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|1 Week Later|

It has been a week since I've started at this new school and I have already fallen into a pretty consistent routine with school. I noticed as soon as I walked in the first day that most of the students who get to school early all hang out in the gym until the bell rings for class. I have also already found a familiar group of people I hang out with: Madison, Raquel, Arianna, Malachi, and Mark. They brought me into their group the first day I arrived. I was quickly glad that they did. They had all spent their entire high school career at this school and I was lost. Luckily, they all had at least one class with me, so they could show me around. After hanging out with them for a couple days I found out they all played sports. Sports are highly glorified at this high school. Malachi and Madison play basketball, Raquel and Arianna play tennis, and Mark plays baseball. Mark and I shared an instant connection, purely friendship based. He has already started hanging out at my house. We often watch softball or baseball games and tend to argue over the player stats. Tonight is Sunday night and tomorrow are my softball tryouts. I shouldn't be nervous, but I can't help but to feel as if I may fail. Mark, Aria and I are watching a movie and my mind keeps wondering off to tomorrow.

"Torres" Mark says snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Huh? What? What did I miss?"

"You zoned out, what's up? Are you day dreaming about sleeping with me again?" Mark smirks.

"Oh yes Mark, nothing but." I exclaim sarcastically. Our friendship is a little strange, but works for us because we are both smartasses and major flirts.

"Ok tell daddy Mark what's wrong." He says laughing.

"Ok first off never and I mean never refer to yourself like that again. I'm just thinking about tomorrow and the try outs."

"Cal, we practiced all afternoon and I know most of the girls from the team. You are just as good, no scratch that, better than most of them, and our team is nothing to joke about. They are good, but you belong on that team. So, don't worry about it."

"Thanks Mark-y" I laugh at the use of the childish nickname I gave him.

An hour later Mark leaves and I go to get ready for a restless nerve filled night of sleep.

The sound of Little Pieces by Gomez playing as my alarm wakes me up. I hope in the shower, throw on my makeup, dry my hair and run downstairs to eat breakfast before school. I sit down at the table in front of a plate full of food, thanks to mi Madre of course.

"Buenos dias hermana!" Aria all but yells at me.

"Well, good morning to you too baby sis, what's got you in such a good mood this morning?"

"The same thing that I'm pretty sure is about to have you in a good mood." Aria said grinning mischievously. Obviously she got let in on something I didn't.

I finished eating my breakfast and ran upstairs to grab my book bag and softball bag. I threw my personalized helmet, my well worn in Wilson A2000 Z cat glove, and my new 2010 Combat Lisa Fernandez bat. All of these items have some kind of meaning and I'm using them as lucky charms. I throw my lucky sliding shorts, basketball short, matching softball jersey and my Jennie Finch cleats in my bag on top of my equipment.

"Mija, come down here and bring all your stuff. We have a surprise for you." I hear my dad call.

"Coming Papa" I yell back. I don't know why I have to bring my stuff I have fifteen minutes before I have to be ready to leave to get dropped off at school, but I grab my stuff anyways.

I see mi Madre, Padre, and Aria standing by the garage door. I walk over to them and Aria has this knowing smirk plastered across her face. Papa leads us into the garage and opens his car door to hit the door button. The garage door starts to pull up and I gasp. Aria lets out a squeal, but this one was one of surprise, not one of knowing. Sitting in the driveway in front of us are two cars with bows on them. One is Aria's which is an Audi R8, black candy paint, with white and black stitched interior. The other is my dream car: a 1957 convertible T-Bird, sky blue candy pearl painted, black cloth interior. My jaw hit the floor. I hear my dad chuckle.

"Mija's I told you when it came time we would get you your dream cars, well you both drove around older cars at your last school and neither of you had accidents, so your rewards for that and not making our insurance sky rocket are these."

Anyone else would probably been a little irked that their baby sister was getting a brand new Audi, but the T-Bird has been my dream since I was old enough to know what one was. I ran and practically jumped into my dad's arms. If I wasn't near 5'8 I might have succeeded as excited as I was.

Our parents rushed us off to school, making sure we buckled our seat belts, and put down our cell phones before we went.

I pulled up in the parking lot and saw Mark, Madison, and Raquel getting out of his car. I pulled in the parking spot beside him.

"Damn, Torres." Mark yelled. All I could do was smirk back at him.

"You understand I hate you right now right?" Mark asked ogling my new baby.

"And you act like I care. You can suck it Mark." I say laughing at his reaction. He goes to touch it. "Down boy, you can look but don't touch."

"Fine, whatever, but don't expect me to wish you luck on your tryouts today."

"I'll take that as your way of wishing me luck then. I still fully expect you to walk with me to the field house." I tell him.

"Yeah, whatever"

After school I'm waiting by my locker for Mark and I see a group of girls carrying softball bags heading out the door. I must admit they look pretty intimidating. Mark steps up beside me and sees where I'm looking.

"I told you not to worry about it Torres, you're going to rock your try outs."

"I really hope your right Mark."

Mark walks me out toward the softball field house. He wishes me good luck and points me in the direction of the changing rooms. I walk in and hear girls talking.

"Did you hear, they are letting a new girl tryout?"

"Yeah she just moved here, and she transferred from a private school. She's probably one of those girls that can get away with buying her way through everything on her families money."

"I heard she's a pitcher, but I mean who does she think she is coming here and thinking she may get a pitching spot?"

"You know AZ would be upset if she did since her girl is the pitcher."

"Hey, who said I'm going to be upset about anything, and she's not my girl."

"Oh come on AZ, everyone knows."

"That's where everyone is wrong. Everyone knew past tense. People talk . . . and the talk is wrong."

"So, what if this girl tries to come in and take your captain spot AZ, you know you're a softie."

"Look I'm hardcore and the way I run this team is nothing but hardcore, so let someone try." The girl I'm assuming is 'AZ' laughs.

I step back and now I have to wonder what I have gotten myself into. I haven't even walked into the changing area yet and I'm already being talked about. This is going to be a long tryout.