"I still can't believe this school doesn't have a softball team." I swing my locker shut, "What highschool doesn't have a softball team?! I thought you said there was a team last year?"
"There was a team last year. There isn't one now."
I groan, first year at high school is going to be hard enough without softball.
I've been playing softball as far back as I can remember. My dad taught me how to catch and throw when I was younger and when he found out there was a softball club for first graders at the park he signed me up.
As the years went on it became almost an escape.
Grades suck? Softball.
No friends? Softball.
Wondering why the hell your mother left you and your dad alone? Softball.
There were plenty of days where I'd come home, on the verge of tears because I just wanted to look like everyone else. Softball was always there to help me pull through.
I think that's what made the move from Nashville to Boston so difficult. The season was over and I didn't know enough people to start a practice group for the summer.
It was precisely this time that I met Ash.
There was a little seminar held at the library for teens new to Boston, my dad forced me to go to it because clearly, I wasn't getting out of the house enough.
Maybe this baseball thing won't be too terrible, like Ash said, "No distractions."
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