Hey! This chapter was rough at the start, but I think it turned out pretty funny. I wrote the last chapter once before, and accidentally didn't save it. I was so mad that I didn't write for months (yeah, I do hold grudges against my computer). Now I wrote that chap again, even better, and I'm startin' to write again. Please review if you want me to keep writing! I'll probably get next chap out in like a week. I'm going on vacation tomorrow.

The Random Nonsense of Rain Kisuki

Chapter 4: Baseball in the Building: Part 1, I Hate Life! The Game Begins

Ahhhh…nothing like a refreshing potty break. Sigh. I pushed open the bathroom door, entering the hallway. Wow. Now that I think about it, this carpet is really hideous. It's like this really ugly shade: somewhere between yellow and brown. Ukk. It should just decide to be one or the other, 'cause this color is just disgusting.

I started skipping down the hallway, but stopped so suddenly that nearly fell. Right! Gotta stop at my locker. I turned around calmly, lifted my arms up in a comfortable, jogging position, and power-skipped down the hallway. I made a sharp turn when I reached the hallway's corner, and crashed right into someone who had been wrestling with another student.

The someone I had crashed into (now known as Uncool Cap Dude, on account of his ugly hat) shoved me without thinking, and I was sent tumbling down the stairs. Wrapping my arms around my head, I made it to the next floor down without dying. Woohoo.

"Hey! Are you okay?" said the guy who had been wrestling Uncool Cap Dude, flying down the stairs. Well, you know. Going down the stairs really fast. He didn't actually fly. Heh. Just clarifying.

So, this guy's new name is Bubbles. He looks like a male version of Bubbles, with pretty much the same girly voice. Bubbles is from my second favorite T.V. show, Powerpuff Girls. Uncool Cap Dude adjusted his cap, and then ran down the stairs. Good to know. The uncool cap's position takes priority over the lives of strangers.

"You bet I am. I'm freakin' 200% okay. I'm so okay that strangers are freakin' jealous of me. In fact, I would go as far as to say that I am well!" They stared at me.

"What, you got a problem with da way I talk?"

"Uhh," said Uncool Cap Dude, still in shock, "Not at all! It's great that you're well. You know your bleeding right, dude…ette?" Ya. I am a girl.

"I'm fine. I see some black dots, and I feel dizzy. But I'm just peachy, really. You can go back to wrestling." With Bubbles. Heehee.

"I'm really sorry. Tyson and I were just fooling around, we didn't think anyone was in the hall," said Bubbles.

"Don't sweat it, Bubbles."

"…Bubbles? My name is Max," he laughed awkwardly.

"Good for you. I hate that name. But whatever." They looked at me weirdly again. What's with this people? I mean, I knwo I'm freakin' adorable, but they don't haaaave to stare. It's creepy.

"Look," said Cappy, "We gotta look for our class now. Do you wan' us to take you to the nurse?"

"No thankiez. I'm well. I don't need that crazy lady having another fit. She tried to drug my water last year. An' jus' cause I broke into the Confidential Medical Records case a few times. Oh, and I did steal a few of the glittery Band-Aids. Heehee."

"Umm…see you around then, heh heh," said "Max", laughing nervously. He and Tyson speed-walked down the hallway, looked back at me, and then broke out into a run. Weirdoes.

Well, I betta get goin' if I wanna be there in time for the big game. I'm on Tala and Enrique's team. Dear God, please have mercy on me. I haven't ever killed anyone. At least, not with my own hands. Sure, I may have influenced a couple of deaths, but I've never killed before.

Okay. Off to my locker! I stretched out my arms like wings and ran down hallways, tilting my arms at turns in an airplaney manner. I arrived at my locker, struggled with the lock, and sighed.

Me and combination locks don't really click. Haha! That's a locksmith joke. Oh? Ya, I did write me and combination locks. I always come first, cause I'm more important. I coulda sworn I went over this with youz guys earlier. Huh. Whatever. Anyhow, these comby locks don't like me and, therefore, I hate them. Which is why I always carry lock picks. You see, I am freakin' amazing at picking locks, and I just can't turn the combination locks well.

So, I picked the lock, and pulled out an autographed metal baseball bat, and a heavy-duty, hard -not a freakin' softball- baseball. I am not a wimpy little, girly girl. I can handle hitting a normal baseball just as well as any guy. Ya know, any guy that isn't a professional baseball player, or my brother. I'm not that good. Okay, 'nough chitchat.

Let's go! I slammed my locker shut, clicked the demonic torture device into place so no one could break in (except me and my idiots, who can pick locks too), and headed off to the lobbyish area of the school.

The lobby was pretty much a large area, right after the front doors. It opened up into two hallways and a staircase that led to a hallway. I came into the lobby from the staircase way, and saw Ry-ry, Johnny, and Ozuma waiting. I shivered.

Bryan went easy on me on everything but sports and videogames. He was more careful with me in sports, and never tried to hurt me, but he was fair. He always gave me this respect, which is part of why I wuv him s much!

Johnny was itching to kick my but. He wasn't quite as gentle. Not towards anyone, girls included.

Ozuma might go a little easy, but nothing insane.

I guess it was good I was on Enrique and Tala's team. Both of them treated me like one of the guys, but they were the most knowledgeable about the fact that I was a girl, and always went easy. Enrique, because he was a perv.

Tala, because he was (somehow, even more than Ry-ry) my absolute BFFL. He usually treated me like a princess, as was widely known and envied throughout the school. From the day I met Tala, he had always claimed he would marry me as soon as he could. He still believes this. Not very sensible, but flattering. He and my brother have always fought. My brother had always said he was going marry me, until he was eight, and someone told him he wasn't allowed.

"Hey Rain, ready to get your *** whooped? Don't feel bad. I'm godly at baseball, so these guys have an unfair advantage," boasted Johnny.

"I'm afraid," said Tala in a dark, mysterious voice, appearing out of nowhere in a pink bathrobe. Enrique stood beside him in a purple bathrobe, in the same position: hands on hips, confident and stable.

Tala continued, "It is your tushy that is going to be whooped! Hahaha! Because combined, Enri-baby~, Rain, and I form the," he stuck a couple disturbing poses, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me toward the two of them.

He and Enrique tore off their bathrobes, revealing a spandex, full-body, supersuit. It had the appearance of a Yankees baseball outfit, except in light pink with hot pink lines, and tight against their bodies. I have, once again, been permanently scarred.

"League of Sexy Fuzzy Pink Baseball Bunnies!" He and Enrique tried to do a group pose, but Tala fell because I refused to pose with them. Enrique fell because Tala did, and I was caught under a mess of spandex, muscles, and empty heads. I hate life. I groaned.

"Get off, you demonic, pink, puffballs!" I hissed, seething with rage.

"Actually," mumbled Enrique, "It's Sexy Pink Baseball Bunnies." I took a deep breath. Calm down, Rain. They are good at baseball.

I pushed the two of them off, and stood up, pouting. Ozuma was keeled over laughing. Haven't seen that in a while. Bryan was trying to look mad, but the corners of his lips were twitching and he was struggling to keep his laughter silent. Johnny was green like brocolli staring at my teammates.

Sigh. This is gonna be one helluva game.

After having untangled themselves, Tala and Enrique stood up, still looking proud and dumb.

"Don't you just love them!" squealed Tala, referring to the uniforms.

"I still think it makes my butt look big. What do you think, Tally-baby," asked Enrique, showing Tala his butt.

"You're kidding right?" laughed Tala, sounding extra gay today, "That uniform was made for you, baby! Literally."

"I guess so," said Enrique, putting on a fake modest look. He reached into his schoolbag, which was in a pile with the bathrobes, and pulled out a smaller uniform. This one had a pink puffball for a tail.

Tala pulled out three baseball caps, which had the initials for our team written in sparkly pink fuzz. One had fake bunny ears on top. Enrique handed me the uniform and Tala handed me the eared-hat. My eyes grew wide with horror.

"We broke into your house and took your measurements while you were asleep," chirped Enrique.

"So it should fit perfectly!" finished Tala. I fainted. What did I do to deserve this? …Nevermind. I stood up.

"You should really do something about those dizzy spells," advised Enrique. I nodded, calmly. More like: I should really do something about having you as a friend.

"Sooo," Tala said cockily, "what do you think about our super stylish uniforms?"

Ozuma kept laughing. Bryan shook his head, ashamed. Johnny stopped being green, walked forward, staring at the outfits, and then turned around to face his team. He looked mad.

"WHY DIDN'T WE THINK OF MAKING SEXY UNIFORMS!!!?" He roared. He then appeared calm, and became cute with big, teary eyes. "I c-could have had a cape, a-and a crown! Dammit!" he continued to rant. I hate life. I really do.

"Can we..ha ha...start the..heh…game now?" asked Ozuma, a little out of breath from laughing so much. I nodded.

Bryan went over to the garbage and pushed it over. A crying, shaking, injured nerd rolled out, along with a bulky, black garbage bag.

"Johnny!" snapped Ozuma, "I told you to use the other garbage or a locker to store that guy today."

Bryan pulled the nerd to his feet, and shoved him. Still crying and shuddering, the nerd ran/limped off. Ozuma helped Bryan empty the bag, revealing a bunch of baseball gloves. Ozuma passed them out.

"Hey," said Johnny, now happy because he had his gold baseball glove. "What are we using for bases?" Oh, crap. What are we using as bases. I totally forgot about that.

"Tala and I got that covered. Tala," Enrique looked at Tala expectantly. Tala grinned and emptied his book bag. A bunch of real, dirt-covered plates (the baseball kind) fell out, landing with a series of clatters.

"Cool!" said Johnny, impressed, "But where'd you get real plates? And how'd you fit them all in your backpack?"

"It's easy to fit the in my bag. It isn't like I have much to carry in it," replied Tala.

"What about your books?" asked Ozuma.

Tala laughed as he placed the plates around the lobby to make the bases, "What's all this crap about books? Why would I have books?" I giggled a little, earning a grin from Tala.

"Don't encourage him!" snapped Ozuma.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I shouted, feeling very pressured. I knocked him out with my shiny, autographed bat.

"But where'd you get them," asked Johnny, as Ozuma began to come to.

"I borrowed them from the school field," said Tala, placing the last plate. We froze.

"You mean you stole them from the school field. Wait…s-s-school field?" I questioned, eyes wide. There was a baseball field here?

"Yeah. You know," said Enrique, joining in, "it's right next to the soccer field."

"Rain," said Ozuma, finally recovered, but seething with anger, "I thought you said there was no baseball field?" His eye twitched. He was already getting a bump on his head, but he couldn't do anything to get back at me, or Tala and Bryan would kill him.

"I lied," I lied blankly. I didn't even know there was a Vice Principal. I thought there was only a dean. I'd rather be a liar than appear an even more clueless dolt than before. Bryan laughed a little, and Ozuma and Johnny looked pissed.

"I am not a forgiving god," said Johnny through clenched teeth.

I put on my glove and a fuzzy pink hat, taking Tala's, which had no ears –I opted out of the uniform option- and stood on the pitching spot (which is on top of a picture of our school mascot on the ground).

"Let's start the game then!" I announced cheerfully.