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PITCHING IT: ONE

My heart raced as my girlfriends and I walked to the already crowded field. It was the second semester of our sophomore in college and I had missed them so much while I attended Robert Morris University, that I switched colleges to be with them. There were four of us, walking in unison, dressed in warm clothes due to the crisp West Virginia breeze that was always felt on top of ‘Harvard of the Hill’. Tiara, my closest friend and roommate, and I have always had a passion for baseball, so we all decided to attend the first game of the season. We found an empty bench and laid a blanket down on the cold metal and sat down.

“You seem a little down, are you okay?” Tiara asked me passively.

“Oh yes, I’m doing good. I’m just nervous about being in a new school. You three already knew people here; I basically have no idea who anyone is…” I replied. She just nodded her head, hardly listening because the game had started.

Our team took the field first and the pitcher looked confident standing on the mound. I stared while the first batter walked forward and struck out just as fast. The same thing happened to the next two batters who had trotted to the home plate. There was whooping and hollering from the boys on our team as they ran off the field.

“What’s the pitcher’s name T?” I asked as I watched him yelling with his teammates.

“Oh, his name is Michael. He looks alright doesn’t he Jac?” answered Ashley for Tiara.

“He’s alright I guess. But jocks are cocky. They are way to about themselves. Especially baseball players. Their sport isn’t that hard.”

“So what, they are still good to look at!” Exclaimed Anita.

We all giggled and shook our heads in agreement. Those tight pants were definitely something to look at.

I looked away from my friends and back at the dugout where the boys were to find the pitcher, Michael, staring back at our group. When our eyes caught, I swear I seen the hint sight of a smile. I turned away. He might look alright, he might be eye catching, and he might be an extremely good pitcher, but he was not something to get psyched about.



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 PITCHING IT: ONE

My heart raced as my girlfriends and I walked to the already crowded field. It was the second semester of our sophomore in college and I had missed them so much while I attended Robert Morris University, that I switched colleges to be with them. There were four of us, walking in unison, dressed in warm clothes due to the crisp West Virginia breeze that was always felt on top of ‘Harvard of the Hill’. Tiara, my closest friend and roommate, and I have always had a passion for baseball, so we all decided to attend the first game of the season. We found an empty bench and laid a blanket down on the cold metal and sat down.

“You seem a little down, are you okay?” Tiara asked me passively.

“Oh yes, I’m doing good. I’m just nervous about being in a new school. You three already knew people here; I basically have no idea who anyone is…” I replied. She just nodded her head, hardly listening because the game had started.

Our team took the field first and the pitcher looked confident standing on the mound. I stared while the first batter walked forward and struck out just as fast. The same thing happened to the next two batters who had trotted to the home plate. There was whooping and hollering from the boys on our team as they ran off the field.

“What’s the pitcher’s name T?” I asked as I watched him yelling with his teammates.

“Oh, his name is Michael. He looks alright doesn’t he Jac?” answered Ashley for Tiara.

“He’s alright I guess. But jocks are cocky. They are way to about themselves. Especially baseball players. Their sport isn’t that hard.”

“So what, they are still good to look at!” Exclaimed Anita.

We all giggled and shook our heads in agreement. Those tight pants were definitely something to look at.

I looked away from my friends and back at the dugout where the boys were to find the pitcher, Michael, staring back at our group. When our eyes caught, I swear I seen the hint sight of a smile. I turned away. He might look alright, he might be eye catching, and he might be an extremely good pitcher, but he was not something to get psyched about.



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There are no happy endings.

Endings are the saddest part.

So give me a happy middle, and a very happy start.

-Shel Silverstein.
 

You make it hard to [smile]

Because you make it hard to [breath.]

Why do you do this to me?

The road to Hell

is paved with good

I.N.T.E.N.T.I.O.N.S.

FIRST LOVES NEVER FADE

1.

      When I was younger, the adults in my life would talk about having a first love.  They would describe the feeling as an out of body and mind experience, something that one could only feel.  They said it was something that one could not explain to another. They also said that a first love never dies; that your first love will always have a place in you heart.  Well, never having witnessed a stable relationship, I did not believe in such a love.  I thought that it was only a myth that was saved for romance novels and Disney movies.  That was before I met him.  The boy who changed everything.  The man who filled my heart and emptied it more times than I could ever begin to count. 
    When I first met him, I was fifteen years old. He left me when I was nineteen.  And now he's coming back. He's coming back for his memories and for me, a twenty-five year old, engaged high school English teacher. 




I don't know if I should write more. =/.

So don't explain

because I know exactly what you are going to say,

big words,

recycled phrases,

 &&the bitter sweet taste

of other girls on your lips.

Guys are players;
That's a fact.
Don't fall in love;
Just play them back.
 

Once upon a time I was falling in love,
but now I'm only f
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