I don't own PJO

I don't own PJO.

Running the bases

"Wake up, hon…" Sounded a voice from my door. A flood of light streamed into my room.

"Big day of school!" My mom said positively. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. It was all normal. My cat was curled up at the foot of my bed.

"Yeah…" I said as I stretched my arms and hopped out of bed.

I'm Audria Oceanus. My mom is some sort aqua biologist (N/A I know that's not true… but I had to make it interesting…) She was married when I was just born… but then my dad had to go away, and I've never seen him before. My mom tried to make me believe that my step dad was always my real dad… but I never thought so. And my mom was right. Today was the day my school softball team played our arch rival… Northworth. I focused all on the game and jumped out of bed. I listened to a few songs by three doors down as I got ready to go, and before I knew it, I was off to school. I live in Alabama… which isn't very exciting right now. I met up with a herd of my friends on the softball team, and we walked on, talking about the gossip and new couples. I wasn't really that interested though… in no time at all we were at school.

"Brace yourself for yet another boring day…" whispered my friend Tyki. She was right…

We were in English, and I wasn't fully focused. I was still imagining what victory was going to taste like…

"Audria… care to tell us what is he root word for cereal?" PING! Back to class…

"Erm… Ceres?" I guessed. The name was way back deep in my mind.

"Correct…maybe your blank stare was conceiving. Does anyone know what conceiving means?" I went back to my mental pictures.

I sprinted onto the field where my pitcher waited for me, so he could warm up. She tossed a fastball right outside. After a few more throws, I noticed the Northworth Neck Biters getting into the opposite dugout. They had a few new players… but one really stuck out. I know you've seen the cartoons where they have the ripped German chick giving massages… well this player was making that massager look like a noodle right now… I mean she had to duck to get onto the field, and she was giving out some NASTY glares. I just glared back.

The game was set to begin, and we were fired up. We were home so we fielded first, and we got 4 batters up. Only one got on base off of a single. I was batting third, so the second I stepped into the dugout, I had to put on a helmet, and where batting gloves. I watched as I took a few practice swings. PING! Our first batter got into a ground out. CONK!! Pop out and it was my turn. 2 outs, no one on. I stepped up to the plate, and focused on the ball. WHIFF!! Ball one. SHOOM!! Strike one. I swung at the next one… foul ball. I saw the PERFECT fast ball coming, s I loaded, and gave a mighty swing… PONG!! The ball went flying. I zoomed up the first base line, down towards second. I looked and saw the third base coach telling me to hustle. The centerfielder picked up the ball. I was half way there… Ready for the throw. I was right in front of there GIANT shortstop, when it felt like a brick hit my ankle. I looked down just in time to see the big one's size 32 kick my ankle. I fell to the dirt. The outfielder tossed the ball to third, and I was out. The big one began to laugh.

The rest of the game was pretty good… you know, taunting faces, hits. I finished with a 3-4 batting record. Pretty good… but it could have been 4-4! I was done packing my equipment, and for the first time, I saw the scoreboard. Neck Biters 6, us 3. I sighed and walked out.

"Hey! Nice loss twinkle toes!!" Yelled the fat one. I couldn't control my anger.

"Say that to my face Big Mac!!" She looked taken aback by the remark.

The minute I got home, I looked at my schedule. We played them again a few days after my birthday. Which was in a week. I was turning thirteen… and I was going to practice SO hard!! Little did I know Big Mac's TRUE identity!

JUST A BIT BORING… BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOOD!!