Yeah! Chapter 1! But maybe the next chapters might be longer then these ones but because it's the beginning and that i am still taking more characters, they'll be simple and short.
Chapter 1, She Needs To CHIIIILLLLL!
River's P.O.V
SMACK. The ball landed perfectly in my glove without moving. Damn Garret is getting better at pitching. I threw back the ball, shaking my hand at the same time.
"You know I could stop now and give you a brake" He says positioning himself again at the Pitchers Mat. I'm not going to lie. Being a catcher is hard work, but there's nothing else I could do but train every week.
"I'm fine! I'v had worse" I said crouching back down on the fine dirt-gravel.
"Like?..." He strikes again and I shot my hand to the left. The ball slapped into my glove.
"The bat hitting my glove and hand causing me to have a broken hand for half a year" I snapped the ball back. This time Garrett didn't go back to the Pitchers Mat. I stood up looking at him. His eye glued to the ball. I pulled off my helmet. My blue hair flowing in the wind.
"Ok what is it now?" I asked walking up to him. Despite the fact that I'm a tall girl for my age (5,8) Garrett still looked small from a distance but tall close. His feet shuffled.
"Is it about the tournament?" His green eyes looked into my blue eyes. Showing signs of nervousness. I clapped my hand on his shoulder.
"Dude. Your the best pitcher i have ever met. Your going to do fine-"
"I'm not nervous because of my skill set, well I am, but I'm nervous about what will happen to the team" The reply caught me by surprise. I blinked. Well that's something that I haven't thought about. Well seeming that most of our team is off on vaca, I can't do much but train, train, train with Garrett. I took a step back inhaling the fresh air from the near by forest.
"Ok trainings done" I said throwing my helmet in my kit bag.
[On Hot Sports News]
Reporter 1: Hello and welcome back to Hot Sports! And today's hot sports is nothing soft at all!
Reporter 2: That's right J! Word has gotten around that a new softball club, Independence, has been crushing the score board for best Softball Teams!
J: Yet now their coming for the State level! With no couch! I'm impressed. I wonder what they would do to stay at the tops? B you have anything?
B: Well yes I do-
[At River's Living Room]
I turned off the TV in nervousness. Of course, I'm not one to boast. BUT WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY GET A PHOTO OF ME THROWING THE BALL TO THRID?!?! I MADE SURE NO BODY TOOK PICTURES OF ME! I was pacing around the room thinking about what creep would do this.
The door bell rang but I was too slow to get it until they opened it themselves.
"Hey River. Just got back from the shops" Called a girl from downstairs. I peered over the iron railing and saw Tiffany's purple hair. Later on I saw Lance's Lime hair waddle his way in the kitchen behind a mouth of white and grey shopping bags. I darted my eyes around the place again. But I didn't see any red hair going about.
"Where's Jasper gone?" I ask throwing the remote back on the couch. Lance grunted as he tried to balance himself.
"He's meant to be at his uni class but he ditched." He place down the plastic bags, but almost dropped them when Tiff yelped a bit.
"Meaning?..." I put on my black hoodie.
"Meaning that we have no idea where he is at all and who gives a dam on his grades if he fails" Tiff slapped Lance's hand.
"OUCH! What was that for?!" He snapped back at her.
"You almost dropped part 3 of the art set!" She said delicately grabbing a small plastic bag.
"You mean $98 dollars for your nails...." Lance mumbled.
"HEY I HEARD THAT YOU LITTLE-"
"Watch that mouth missy! I want this house clean and child appropriate Tiff!" I cut off Tiff's sentence while sliding down the fire pole. Why do we have a fire pole? Well, lets just say that our house is a bit crazy on what the 4 of us come up with. 1 is the designer, 1 is the technician, 1 is the person that makes sure that we don't get caught on having illegal renovations, 1 that works her butt off in putting it into action. And I gotta admit. Without my group of friends, I wouldn't have that weird/crazy/fun lifestyle that I have right now. As Tiff and Lance keep yelling their heads off at each other, I casually walk over and pick through the sea of shopping bags. Mostly they were filled with make-up and paint pellets. My eye drifted over a green nerve gun. New model that i just saw from the TV show. My hand floated over it until I looked to my side to see Lance, giving me the 'Touch-Then-I-Will-Kill-You' Look. I frowned as I kept on hunting for something within the plastic bags. My hands gripped onto something small and leathery. I yanked it out hoping that it didn't cause too much sound. My mind seemed to click with glee. It was Tiff's wallet. I opened the wallet carefully. My eyes skimmed across the cards. There was Saloons, coupons and-. They settled on a party card. I picked it out twisting it between my fingers, looking for the back. Lance and Tiff moved onto another subject to fight over.
"Johny is better!" Tiff snapped.
"Well if you like him so much why not you just go out with him!" I stood up from behind the bags. Holding Tiff's wallet in my hand.
"Tiff, I'm ashamed of you. Johny is just another excuse to get off to another place" I smirked. I held up her wallet. Swinging it in my fingers. Tiffany's eye burned with worry and anger. She gonna-
CRACK
I slowly stood up again. The glass jug scattered near my feet. I spun on my foot and ran.
"COME BACK HERE!" Tiff ran after me. Clearly a sign on wanting to kill me for real. The front door opened and I dashed past Jasper. His red eyes full of curiosity.
"C'mon Tiff! We are always having to buy more jugs because of you!" I ducked again. This time she threw a one of my arrows. And mind you, they where real tipped arrows.
"AH! Crazy Lady is chasing me that has an obsession with ponies!" That. Was properly the worst decision ever. Next thing I know, is that I got tackled football style into the pool. Best ending of the day ever. And maybe the most painful. Because Tiff started scratching me with her $100 worth of nails.
Which Person in the team would you like to see next?
A. Garrett Irwin [Pitcher of the Team]
B. Sidney [Short Stop]
C. Harper [Right Field]
D. Evelyn McCall [3rd Base]
People in the story or yet to be
@Huskyyyy
@violn
@HelloColdWorld
@Dasipe
Chapter 1, She Needs To CHIIIILLLLL!
River's P.O.V
SMACK. The ball landed perfectly in my glove without moving. Damn Garret is getting better at pitching. I threw back the ball, shaking my hand at the same time.
"You know I could stop now and give you a brake" He says positioning himself again at the Pitchers Mat. I'm not going to lie. Being a catcher is hard work, but there's nothing else I could do but train every week.
"I'm fine! I'v had worse" I said crouching back down on the fine dirt-gravel.
"Like?..." He strikes again and I shot my hand to the left. The ball slapped into my glove.
"The bat hitting my glove and hand causing me to have a broken hand for half a year" I snapped the ball back. This time Garrett didn't go back to the Pitchers Mat. I stood up looking at him. His eye glued to the ball. I pulled off my helmet. My blue hair flowing in the wind.
"Ok what is it now?" I asked walking up to him. Despite the fact that I'm a tall girl for my age (5,8) Garrett still looked small from a distance but tall close. His feet shuffled.
"Is it about the tournament?" His green eyes looked into my blue eyes. Showing signs of nervousness. I clapped my hand on his shoulder.
"Dude. Your the best pitcher i have ever met. Your going to do fine-"
"I'm not nervous because of my skill set, well I am, but I'm nervous about what will happen to the team" The reply caught me by surprise. I blinked. Well that's something that I haven't thought about. Well seeming that most of our team is off on vaca, I can't do much but train, train, train with Garrett. I took a step back inhaling the fresh air from the near by forest.
"Ok trainings done" I said throwing my helmet in my kit bag.
[On Hot Sports News]
Reporter 1: Hello and welcome back to Hot Sports! And today's hot sports is nothing soft at all!
Reporter 2: That's right J! Word has gotten around that a new softball club, Independence, has been crushing the score board for best Softball Teams!
J: Yet now their coming for the State level! With no couch! I'm impressed. I wonder what they would do to stay at the tops? B you have anything?
B: Well yes I do-
[At River's Living Room]
I turned off the TV in nervousness. Of course, I'm not one to boast. BUT WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY GET A PHOTO OF ME THROWING THE BALL TO THRID?!?! I MADE SURE NO BODY TOOK PICTURES OF ME! I was pacing around the room thinking about what creep would do this.
The door bell rang but I was too slow to get it until they opened it themselves.
"Hey River. Just got back from the shops" Called a girl from downstairs. I peered over the iron railing and saw Tiffany's purple hair. Later on I saw Lance's Lime hair waddle his way in the kitchen behind a mouth of white and grey shopping bags. I darted my eyes around the place again. But I didn't see any red hair going about.
"Where's Jasper gone?" I ask throwing the remote back on the couch. Lance grunted as he tried to balance himself.
"He's meant to be at his uni class but he ditched." He place down the plastic bags, but almost dropped them when Tiff yelped a bit.
"Meaning?..." I put on my black hoodie.
"Meaning that we have no idea where he is at all and who gives a dam on his grades if he fails" Tiff slapped Lance's hand.
"OUCH! What was that for?!" He snapped back at her.
"You almost dropped part 3 of the art set!" She said delicately grabbing a small plastic bag.
"You mean $98 dollars for your nails...." Lance mumbled.
"HEY I HEARD THAT YOU LITTLE-"
"Watch that mouth missy! I want this house clean and child appropriate Tiff!" I cut off Tiff's sentence while sliding down the fire pole. Why do we have a fire pole? Well, lets just say that our house is a bit crazy on what the 4 of us come up with. 1 is the designer, 1 is the technician, 1 is the person that makes sure that we don't get caught on having illegal renovations, 1 that works her butt off in putting it into action. And I gotta admit. Without my group of friends, I wouldn't have that weird/crazy/fun lifestyle that I have right now. As Tiff and Lance keep yelling their heads off at each other, I casually walk over and pick through the sea of shopping bags. Mostly they were filled with make-up and paint pellets. My eye drifted over a green nerve gun. New model that i just saw from the TV show. My hand floated over it until I looked to my side to see Lance, giving me the 'Touch-Then-I-Will-Kill-You' Look. I frowned as I kept on hunting for something within the plastic bags. My hands gripped onto something small and leathery. I yanked it out hoping that it didn't cause too much sound. My mind seemed to click with glee. It was Tiff's wallet. I opened the wallet carefully. My eyes skimmed across the cards. There was Saloons, coupons and-. They settled on a party card. I picked it out twisting it between my fingers, looking for the back. Lance and Tiff moved onto another subject to fight over.
"Johny is better!" Tiff snapped.
"Well if you like him so much why not you just go out with him!" I stood up from behind the bags. Holding Tiff's wallet in my hand.
"Tiff, I'm ashamed of you. Johny is just another excuse to get off to another place" I smirked. I held up her wallet. Swinging it in my fingers. Tiffany's eye burned with worry and anger. She gonna-
CRACK
I slowly stood up again. The glass jug scattered near my feet. I spun on my foot and ran.
"COME BACK HERE!" Tiff ran after me. Clearly a sign on wanting to kill me for real. The front door opened and I dashed past Jasper. His red eyes full of curiosity.
"C'mon Tiff! We are always having to buy more jugs because of you!" I ducked again. This time she threw a one of my arrows. And mind you, they where real tipped arrows.
"AH! Crazy Lady is chasing me that has an obsession with ponies!" That. Was properly the worst decision ever. Next thing I know, is that I got tackled football style into the pool. Best ending of the day ever. And maybe the most painful. Because Tiff started scratching me with her $100 worth of nails.
Which Person in the team would you like to see next?
A. Garrett Irwin [Pitcher of the Team]
B. Sidney [Short Stop]
C. Harper [Right Field]
D. Evelyn McCall [3rd Base]
People in the story or yet to be
@Huskyyyy
@violn
@HelloColdWorld
@Dasipe
