Bad News Belles

"Amanda!" A voice called. "Amanda, over here!"

A thirty five year old Amanda was sitting in her car, gathering her work designs up and putting them in her green Juicy Couture laptop bag. She took the bag, and got out of the car to the lady and her daughter who was walking towards her black car. She didn't know why she agreed to coach the Belles, but she agreed. Maybe she had a soft spot for baseball even after all of these years.

"Where have you been?" Mrs. McGowan asked.

"Hey." Amanda said. "Sorry I'm late, this lady couldn't decide what color scheme she wanted for her room, and she was looking at a gigantic ring of colors and said she 'liked all of them'."

"Okay." Mrs. McGowan said. "Well, we're all really glad that you could be here to coach this team." Her daughter smiled.

"Yeah." Amanda said.

"Alright." Mrs. McGowan said. "Have fun Lane!"

"Um," Amanda started, and Mrs. McGowan looked back. Amanda raised an eyebrow.

"Oh." Mrs. McGowan turned around, and gave Amanda an envelope. Amanda opened it and saw the check.

"Thank you." Amanda said.

Mrs. McGowan gave Amanda a false smile, and then went into her car.

"Amanda, is it true you were on the Olympic Softball team?" Lane asked.

"A really long time ago." Amanda said.

"But this is baseball." Lane said.

Amanda almost felt bad for the girl. Instead of just taking the point that girls didn't play baseball, and just sign her up for softball, Mrs. McGowan took a stand and put together an all girls team, and tried to get them in the baseball league. When that didn't work, she sued the league and the season was stopped until they agreed to let the girls play.

"Trust me." Amanda said. "I know baseball."

Amanda and Kelly had gotten together, and when Kelly moved away, their relationship stopped. It didn't start again until they met at collage in Southern California. They both graduated and got married. Now they have two kids Jesse and Catherine.

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"Okay." Amanda said, and looked at the list. "Um, Lane, you're here. Rhiannon?"

"Okay, look, its Ryan, and spell it with a Y alright?"

Amanda looked at the girl. Maybe this was Tanner's soul mate. She was short, had short blonde hair and the attitude. "Alright then, Ryan with a Y. Allison?"

"Ali." She said. Ali was the only one wearing baseball pants that looked way too tight for her with a tight red t-shirt that said Abercrombie in black, matching her pants. Her dyed blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and it waved out at the ends. She had a pair of diamond studs on her ears. She should have been at cheerleading tryouts.

"Are you sure all of the make-up is necessary?" Amanda asked.

"Look," Ali said, getting snappy. "I like a little make-up when I'm in public. Is there a problem?"

"No." Amanda said. "Uh, Lauren?"

A redhead nodded her head.

"Katie?"

"Can I be pitcher?" Katie asked bluntly.

"Yeah, sure whatever." Amanda said.

"Carla?"

"CALLIE!" Everybody said.

"Yeah, its Callie." Callie said. Nobody called her Carla. Ever.

"Susann-"

"Suze." A tall girl with green eyes said.

"Danielle?"

"Elle." She said, twirling her pigtails.

"Audrey and Clara."

Clara lifted her head. She spoke in French and nobody knew what she was saying.

"Okay, I have no idea what your saying, merci."

Clara silenced.

"You know what? Just get out there. Get a mitt and catch the ball." Amanda told the team.

They were worse than the Bears, if that was possible. It made Amanda exhausted just to watch it. If the Bears were hurting the game of baseball, than the Belles were murdering it. Nobody knew what they were doing. Suze and Ryan were yelling at each other. Elle and Ali were comparing their acrylics, and were trying to decide if Elle's were too pink. Katie was warming up her swing and hitting a few people while she was doing that. Audrey and Clara were talking in inaudible French.

Amanda sighed. She should have just stayed home.

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