Lethal

Skilar’s POV

Anxiety, rushed through my body as I took my stance at home plate. I gripped my hands firmly around my bat and held it behind my shoulder. My elbows are already aching and I haven’t been standing here but for only a minute.

The pitcher sneered at me as she placed her glove on her thigh, rolling the ball slowly in her hand. And with one slick move, she threw.

Strike.

Patience Skilar. You can do this.

She spit a sunflower shell on the ground, and quickly looked back at me. More anxiety rushed through me and my knees began to lock.

She gave me a rusty, sarcastic smile and placed her glove back on her thigh.

Don’t hit the ball Skilar, let the ball hit you. Then she pitched.

Outfield.

“Run! Skilar run!”

Excitement took place of the anxiety as I ran to first base. Second. I stopped to see if the middle outfielder would miss the ball, and she did. I dashed to third base, and the pitcher now has the ball.

Do I run?

I looked at the coach who had belief trapped in her eyes and I took three steps forward. The pitcher laughed at my action. Just as she opened her eyes, I was already halfway to home plate.
She threw the ball to the catcher, and she missed. Then ever so slightly, I slid into home plate, my thigh now throbbed with pain.

“Safe!”

And I just won us the game.

I stood up as my team ran out of the dugout to congratulate me and I walked up to the pitcher. She looked at me affectionately and I smiled.

“Good game.” I held out my hand and she gladly shook it.

“I thought I had you when you missed the first throw.”

I smiled and she nodded her head at me and walked away.

Then cold water was poured on me and I shrieked. The cold sensation was amazing.

“Let’s go Skilar, let’s go!” My team yelled.

“No. Let’s go Bruins!” I yelled in return.

We all yelled in delight.

After everyone left, I was walking to my car and my coach walked up beside me. “That there Mrs. Jared, was probably the best play you have ever done.”

“Oh thanks Mrs. Janet. You’re the one who trained me to play like that.”

“Oh ha. I guess you’re right. I’ll see you later Skilar, I’ve got to go or my daughter might blow up my car.” She patted my shoulder and walked to her car.

And now it’s time for ballet practice. I walked to my car and drove to the dance studio.
When I walked into the studio, I quickly went into the bathroom and changed out of my softball uniform and into some comfortable stockings and an oversized t shirt. There’s nothing better than that.

I walked into the practice room and took my place. I was still breathing hard from rushing and I grabbed a water bottle out of the small cooler by the bench.

“Skilar!” Oh I love this little girl. She’s only 5 years old and she really looks up to me.

“Hey Shianne.” I smiled at her and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Sorry I’m late, I had a ball game.”

“Oh you’re okay. Did you win?”

I nodded my head and she laughed and jumped up and down. I looked up to find my dance instructor, but instead I found a boy. A rather, attractive boy. He was wearing skin tight black jeans and a skin tight t shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. But then he looked at me and straightened up. There was something about his eyes, they sent a fire through me. Then he rolled them and looked away from me.

Harry’s POV

Some girls irritate me. In fact, most girls irritate me. And I don’t want anything to do with them. But the way that one was looking at me, I wanted to walk up to her and introduce myself. But I could never do that. I don’t need her.

I glanced back at her and I felt a smile creep on my face as she danced with Shianne. Shianne has always loved ballet, and her mother finally let her sign up for it.

I laughed to myself when the girl almost fell and used the pole on the wall to balance herself out. Then I heard my name being called outside.

“Harry! Are you coming?” I laughed and walked outside.

I grabbed my skateboard that was leaning up against the outside wall, and I quickly threw it on the ground and used my foot to push myself. I did a 540 flip and my friend Zayn laughed at me.

“Rookie.” He laughed again.

I jumped off of it and threw it in my hand. “Whatever. You’re just jealous because I am way better than you.”

He put his hand over his chest like he was insulted. I rolled my eyes and threw my arm over his shoulder as we walked to the skate park.

Notes

Short, I know. But this is all new to me. All of this is new to me. Skateboarding, dancing. The softball isn't new but the rest is.

I hope you like this one as much as you like Change!

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