A/N: I did my research on the clothes and hairstyles in the fifties, so yeah.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except of course, Olivia and her parents.
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Olivia, Olivia
Two

So Olivia tried to pitch. Too bad the ball only landed two feet away from her. But her batting skills were even worse. Once, her bat went flying across the field, almost hitting many people. Scotty muttered something about not wanting a black eye again, and the other boys laughed. But Olivia did not find it funny.

"I told you I couldn't play," she fumed, outraged. Apparently her anger had no effect on them, because they still continued to laugh. And so, she shot back with the most famous comeback ever.

"Shut up."

She threw the bat down, rolled her eyes in irritation, and stormed over to the bleachers. The guys were getting control of themselves, and were now shaking their heads.

"And that confirms it," Benny said, grinning mockingly at her.

"Girls can't play baseball," Hams added.

Olivia rolled her eyes. She really had just confirmed that little theory of theirs, but she didn't quite care. She was horrible at sports, even when she did try.

Sighing in frustration, she rubbed the spot between her eyes where the ball had hit. The minute she touched it it began to ache with pain. Obviously, there was going to be a bruise there later, which was brilliant. Honestly, a bruise was just what she needed. A great big ugly bruise right between her eyes.

"Well that'll sure look attractive," she muttered, poking the spot again.

Hams, overhearing this, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and grinned. She knew exactly what he was thinking. He found the whole ordeal hilarious. Olivia however, did not. In fact, she was tempted to flip him off, but settled with giving him one last death glare before turning away.

Now, all the boys joined her on the bench and began talking about god knows what. She honestly wasn't listening at all. She was too busy thinking about the horrible bruise that was sure to appear in a few hours.

"Maybe it'll swell too," Smalls said, as if reading her mind.

At that, she rolled her eyes and switched her glare to him. Still rubbing her forehead, she found herself desperately wishing she had some ice.

But of course, half the reason she was worried was because tomorrow was her first day of school, and she didn't much fancy having a big, puple, swollen bruise on her very first day at her new school. Honestly, how good would that look? She'd be known as; "That kid with the bruise." Wonderful. Peachy. Lovely.

She expected that these boys would be attending her school as well, since they probably all lived in her area. She wasn't sure whether to be happy about that or not. They'd probably tell the whole school how horrible she was at sports, and how they'd hit her with the ball. Then she'd be known as 'the kid that got hit with the ball and now has a bruise.' But pushing those thoughts away, she told herself she was being ridiculous. At least she actually knew some people.

"So I take it you're going to our school."

Olivia looked up at Scotty with a shocked expression on her face.

"Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"Reading- nevermind."

Then, Hams sat down on the bench with her. He was a reasonable length away, so she didn't really mind.

"You nervous about your first day?" he asked, smirking at her.

She shook her head.

"Aw, you gotta be," he said, moving so close to her that their shoulders touched. "I could show you around a little. Around the neighbourhood, I mean. Starting with my house." He winked suggestively at her, and she answered with yet another look of pure disgust, before getting up and walking a few feet away. Near him was not somewhere she wanted to be.

"Um, no. I'd rather not. In fact-" she paused to rub the spot where her bruise would be. "In fact, I've actually gotta get home. You know, to get ready and everything." She shrugged. It wasn't that late, but she just didn't want to be near Hams right now. He was really irritating her.

"We'll see you tomorrow," said Kenny, giving her a little wave.

"Bye," all the boys chimed before she turned and started walking towards her house. She was faintly aware of the figure of her mother gazing out the window. She had obviously been spying on her by that sly grin that was plastered on her face.

"That boy really seems to like you," her mother said as soon as Olivia stepped through the door. She obviously meant Hams. "You like him too?"

Raising her eyebrows at her mother, Olivia wrinkled her nose in disgust. Had her mother not noticed that she had been trying to get away from that kid the whole time? Hams, if anything, digusted her. A lot.

"Okay, I get the point," her mom said, laughing at the expression on her face. "You like any of them?"

Olivia blinked.

"I just met them."

"So?"

Rolling her eyes, she headed for her bedroom, making a mental note to talk to her mother about not spying on her. Ever. But it was time to pick out something to wear for tomorrow. Joy.

She eventually settled on a blue, button-up blouse, a blue button up sweater (in a darker shade), white knee-socks, and a plaid skirt. And for her hair, she decided to do pigtails with two white ribbons. Hopefully that'd be fine. And hopefully, her forehead wouldn't bruise.

The last thing she needed was to be adressed like: "Hey, kid with the bruise!"