As the last bell rang,

signaling the end of school,

I signed out of my school account

and left the classroom.

Trying to walk invisibly through

the waves of students emptying the halls,

I was quite surprised when someone grabbed my elbow.

Startled,

I looked back to see Virginia.

Hey, where were you at lunch?

I furrowed my eyebrows at her question.

Why would she want to know?

I'm pretty sure she wasn't feeling lonely

considering the swarm of excited animals

hungry for a new piece of meat 

to take into their homes--

or rather their beds.

I was doing homework.

I answered,

uncertainty still laced in my voice.

Why?

I asked,

only to make her smile widen.

There's softball tryouts tomorrow.

You should come tryout with me.

I paused.

I haven't played softball in a long time.

Or at least, 

since I met Daniel.

She only laughed

and told me to come anyway.

I have an extra glove you can borrow.

Are you a righty?

Slowly,

I nodded my head.

Awesome.

She grinned.

It's at six in the morning in the main gym.

See you then.

And before I could express my disbelief,

she was gone.

And the next thought that entered my mind was:

she must be crazy,

and I must be crazier for actually thinking about going.

~Sarah

| Good luck to my softball friends as your season begins ;) |