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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 29, 2012 11:30:23 GMT -5
Hey Batter Batter, listen to me Chatter...
Brooke's arm swung around another time sending the ball flying into the catchers mitt. She was indeed at playing Softball. Practicing because he was filling in forbthenother pother who was injured. Brooke had t done this in ages.
The ball was thrown back and Brooke caught setting it and her glove down. She picked up her water jug and jugged. It was unbelievably hot almost unbearable. She watched as more kids came out getig ready for their practices. |
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 29, 2012 21:17:35 GMT -5
The day was hot. Most of the days it was hot, but today was crazy hot. Soccer practice had just gotten finished. Most of the other people on the team didn't even show up because of the extremeness of the suns rays. Max had been one of few that did show up. With nothing to do, Max made her way to the softball field. She had heard that they where going to do some practicing. She didn't play, but she may as well watch. Max wore her soccer jersey and her shorts. But instread of her cleats and socks, she had on slip on adidas sandles. Reaching the field, Max leaned up against the fence and watched.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 29, 2012 21:30:30 GMT -5
Don't dress like a Girl, invest in Beer, Your Voice is ready for the Studio.
Brooke layed her jug down and grabbed her glove an ball. She placed her feet on the little plate ad aimed her glove down the center of home. She rocked back swing her arm in a circular motion. Slapping her thigh, Brooke released the ball and let sail over home.
Another strike.
He smiled happy with her skills. She hadn't die this in over a year. Shoe was surprised shed even been asked. There plenty of other girls who could pitch. |
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 29, 2012 21:44:34 GMT -5
Max rested her eldow on the top of the fence. She lay her chin in the palm of her hand. It was beginning to get boring, but at least watching was something to do. Max had played it once, she was actually good at it to. But it bored her, a lot. All you did was stand in the field and hope that the ball came in your direction. Then when you batted, you waited then hit a ball with a wooden stick. But as Max watched, she looked at the girl that was at the pitchers mound. She seemed to be a good pitcher, Max wasn't that good.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 29, 2012 21:55:00 GMT -5
Are team is What? Dynamite. Are team is What? Dynamite.
Brooke huffed and st on the dirt field by caring if she got dirty. She was resting before she had I practice sliding. What a lively thing. Lucky she'd worn sliding shorts under regular shorts. She lined up on third base along with the others and waited in line.
As she did she noticed a girl watching them from the stands. Brooke shrugged and went turning to her side digging her cleats in the dirt. She stood brushing herself off coughing from the dust. |
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 29, 2012 22:04:32 GMT -5
After watching for a little while, Max remembered that she had homework. It was for science, one of the easiest subjects ever. It was only just a review. So nothing really big. Number 1, easy, b. Number 2, easy, c. Number 3, easy, a. But Max put down c, just so it didn't look like she was amazing and should be bumped up. That was the last thing that Max wanted. Finally finished, Max had 2 wrong out of 20 questions, it would give her a 90 percent. Not bad, an A, but it still wasn't perfect. Exactly what Max wanted.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 30, 2012 9:53:32 GMT -5
Are team is Tick, Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick, BOOM. Dynamtie.
Brooke sighed and grabbed her glove and jug. SHe carried the items to the dugout and packed them in her Nike Ball Bag. Coach had just dismissed practice and Brooke was thank full, being tired, hot, and having homeowrk to tend to.
Teachers always seemed to think put Homework when kids had important stuff to do, it's like they wanted to mess up. |
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 30, 2012 10:03:52 GMT -5
Practice was over. Know Max had nothing to do. Maybe go and get some coffee? It wasn't like she had anything better to do. But first she would need to go and get a shower in her condo. Her sister may or may not be there. But she didn't have anything else to do. Throwing her bag back over her shoulder, Max slipped her homework back into her bag. All the girls where starting to leave the field. Maybe instead of watching Softball, she could go and see how the swim team was doing.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 30, 2012 10:08:09 GMT -5
Your team is what? Dynamite. Your team is what? Dynamite.
Brooke pulled her hair up in a very slpooy bun and began juggin her water. She really wished the school had an indoor softball arena. Of course the Basballl players had one but not the girls. Hmph. She walked thinking of what to do it was already 5 o'clock. She'd most likely take a shower and do her homework. |
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 30, 2012 10:42:37 GMT -5
Max stood and watched every girl that came out of the field. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Not many things where around that Max could even do. Maybe talk to one of the players. But what one. There where many. Max might just go and do something by herself. Like she normally did. But for the most part, Max ended up meeting someone that she knew while going to places. So if she whent and took a shower and found something to do, maybe she would meet up with one of get friends.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 30, 2012 15:51:24 GMT -5
Your tema is Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick.
Brooke walked to thte showers in the girls locker room and took a shower rinsing of fthe all the dirt and sweat from the days practice. Then she got dressed in what she'd worn to school. Black shorts, he Vlados, and white tank. She repacked her stuff and stuffed her equipment in her locker. |
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 31, 2012 16:41:14 GMT -5
Max waited for every girl to exept the field before she made her way to the locker room. Oddly enough, not many girls where in the locker room, many where probably going home to clean up then do their homework. But Max liked to take a shower in the locker-room. Blake always hogged the showers at their house. Putting her bag down on a bench, Max headed to where the showers where located. She took a quick shower washing off all the sweat that had collected. Them stepped out dressing him her blue-Jean shorts and light blue v-neck with a white under-shirt.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 31, 2012 21:13:11 GMT -5
Hold up! Wait a minute!! You ain't got not no BOOM in it!
Brooke turned and saw a girl, older than her, but she'd dust care. The girl had been the. One watching them practice. Are you the hurt pitcher?? she asked. She want sure, Brooke didn't even know the pitcher. |
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 31, 2012 21:22:02 GMT -5
Max's head turned as she heard a voice. It was the girl that had been pitching during the softball practice. Max had seen her somewhere before, but she wasn't sure what her name was. It started with a B. Max knew that. But what was it? It didn't really matter, Max would find out. "Um... No, why?" she asked. There must be a hurt pitcher. This girl must not know who they where, or she would not be asking if she was it. "I'm on the soccer team and track team," Max told her wringing out her long wet hair.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 31, 2012 22:21:58 GMT -5
Batter Up!
Brooke nodded and shrugged. Oh, okay. Im filling in for the pitcher.she replied. This girl looked familiar, like Brooke had seen her somewhere before. Probably here at school, Who knows?! |
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