b You might say that I'm just your average girl, /b
I can hear my teammates cheer as I deliver another amazing pitch. "Full count!" the umpire barks, his heavy voice making me shiver with anxiety. There is a runner on third, and I'm NOT letting them get home- We can win this.
b With average friends, /b
Melanie is screaming my name, "Strike 'er out! Get 'em good!" Emily is hitting herself on the head with her glove, and Aleusia is wrecking havoc throughout the dugout. "YOU CAN DO IT!" they all scream, and toast with their sodas and stage sword fights with the bats.
b ...and an average family. /b
I hear a roar as my mom's Vintage Ferrari screams up to the curb, and she parks it and gets out, not seeming to notice that she's parked in a Handicapped spot. She strides gracefully up to the chainlink fence that separates the field from the bleachers and gives my dad a quick kiss.
Her platinum blonde hair is blowing haphazardly in the wind and she looks very out of place among the other parents and game - goers. She doesn't seem to care, or notice.
b But that would be lying. /b
"Go Rhi!" she yells, and she hops around excitedly. She steps up onto the bleachers in stilettos and sits down uneventfully. I smile and pitch the ball. That's my mom.
"And… You're out!"
b BORDERLINE LOYALTIES /b
PART ONE
I can hear my teammates cheer as I deliver another amazing pitch. "Full count!" the umpire barks, his heavy voice making me shiver with anxiety. There is a runner on third, and I'm NOT letting them get home- We can win this.
b With average friends, /b
Melanie is screaming my name, "Strike 'er out! Get 'em good!" Emily is hitting herself on the head with her glove, and Aleusia is wrecking havoc throughout the dugout. "YOU CAN DO IT!" they all scream, and toast with their sodas and stage sword fights with the bats.
b ...and an average family. /b
I hear a roar as my mom's Vintage Ferrari screams up to the curb, and she parks it and gets out, not seeming to notice that she's parked in a Handicapped spot. She strides gracefully up to the chainlink fence that separates the field from the bleachers and gives my dad a quick kiss.
Her platinum blonde hair is blowing haphazardly in the wind and she looks very out of place among the other parents and game - goers. She doesn't seem to care, or notice.
b But that would be lying. /b
"Go Rhi!" she yells, and she hops around excitedly. She steps up onto the bleachers in stilettos and sits down uneventfully. I smile and pitch the ball. That's my mom.
"And… You're out!"
b BORDERLINE LOYALTIES /b
PART ONE