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 Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 3:42 pm
Romano’s seldom offered the typical high school experience Lovina sought - the militaristic training, the drills, the chores and the in-house living provided an amalgamation of ROTC, high school, and college. The place took itself so seriously that she couldn’t find out about any school-sponsored teams, so she had to trawl the gossip chain for a tip about where all the athletes went to play. Turns out, a lot of the girls got together under an extracurricular coach to kick off their own softball team, and that was about as close as she got.
For once, her father was disappointed in the Haven when he learned that sports received a dwindling interest. He wanted Lovina to meet boys while in school, as was much of the reason he compromised in his choices, but here they fell short. Lovina didn’t mind, though; she wasn’t sure how she could possibly maintain a relationship in the choking confines of Romano’s.
Early evening and Daylight Savings left the sky a pretty periwinkle at just after 5:00, and the match already started when Lovina entered the stands. The chilly breeze warned her that she’d suffer toward the end of the game, but she still stubbornly clung to her shorts-and-tanktop summer attire. The beautiful days of July were little more than a dream now, but she could still enjoy some of the summer fare like hotdogs and popcorn while the game played on.
Lovina took one of the few bleacher seats remaining, which left her in the high end of the stands. She shivered as the cold, lipped metal met bare skin, but quickly put it out of mind as she watched one of the girls hit a strike nigh out of the park. She whistled then, shrill and loud, then shrieked the name of the unofficial team. „Go Ravens! Kick their butts!“ At the edge of her seat, she waved an arm in the air.Ellanoire hope this works! if not, i can edit!
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 11:32 am
Caroline tried her best to tug at her skirt as circumspectly as possible. It was a size down, and after a long day of classes completely uncomfortable. Discomfort slightly alleviated, she smoothed the pleats into place as neatly as she could. She squirmed on the cold bleacher, wishing she was in tights and not knee socks. Dusk was firmly settling in, and a stiff wall breeze had picked up. At least her coat was warm. Earlier she'd heard her classmates all a-flutter about a softball game, against their arch-rival school. It had sounded like a must attend event. At the worst she'd be able to take a few well place snaps of herself. Someone shuffled into the bleacher behind her, bumping her slightly. She prevented herself from glancing back, though it was a struggle. Below, one of the girls from the other school made solid contact with the ball, sending it flying. Caroline frowned slightly. How was is possible that the miscreants on the other team were doing so well against Crystal. Her thoughts were interrupted by a piercing whistle from behind her, followed by crass shouting. Caroline pivoted around, and felt her mouth fall open slightly. The girl who had been hollering was sitting there on the bleachers in shorts and a tank top. She fought to keep a smirk off of her face. "Excuse me, but do you have to be so loud?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 4:11 pm
One of the girls in the row beneath cut her off before she could finish her supportive tirade. Lovina did not falter; she dropped her gaze to the other girl, still grinning, and answered smoothly. „Duh,“ she conceded as if asked whether the sky was blue. „Haven’t you ever been to a sports game before? They’re not gonna hear me if I whisper and snap my fingers.“ With her hands raised slightly, Lovina snapped a few times to enunciate her point. All around, the noisiness of the stands grew into a din as the game heated up.
She doesn’t look like a Romano girl, Lovi thought. Though she sounds kinda plucky.
„Tell you what, babe,“ she started with a spark in her eye, „if you can yell louder than me, I’ll be quiet for the rest of the game, kay?“ Lovi thought it was a fair competition. Down in the fields, the teams competed against one another with unmitigated ferocity, so why should those in the stands avoid all conflict with one another? If nothing else, Lovina thought it sounded like good sportmanship. Surely the teams themselves wouldn’t mind. And if anyone else did? <******** ‚em, she decided. I don’t have to take their s**t.
Another strike landed, a weak one, and the ball bounced and shuddered against the grass. „Better start cheering, sweet cheeks - your team’s gonna lose!“ She jeered, then resumed shouting for her team.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 10:04 am
Caroline narrowed her eyes, and looked the girl up and down. "It is very clearly a fault in your logic if you believe that yelling is going to improve your team's performance in any way. Now, I don't know what they teach at your ... reform ... school, but I would have imagine they'd at least cover the basics." The crowd around erupted in whistling and clapping. The pitcher from Crystal had struck out one of the batters from Romano. Caroline clapped politely, and nodded. "See sweetie, my cheering did not have an impact on the game. Because that's not how the world works." Her tone was sickly-sweet, and highly condescending. Her lips were quirked into a smirk, and she pulled her phone out of her pocket, tapping out a message on the screen.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 6:58 am
“Being a condescending b***h doesn’t help your team out, either,“ she seethed quietly. Lovi balled her fists in her lap until the tendons bulged white. Vitriol in any form wasn’t new to her, she knew this. Yet, evey time she encountered these slights, her anger quaked and her father reminded her that acting out about it drew far more punishment than vindication. He promised to her that biting her tongue would keep her safe, that the best revent was remaining unaffected. Every time someone spit on her father, she questioned his judgment.
How was she supposed to sit around and take that? She wanted to knock the girl down, kick her off the bleachers and into the field, tell her to go cheer from there and see how that affects the game. She wanted to tell her that her preppy school of cardboard sluts aren’t any better than the local girls, that they just spread their legs for $50,000 and over. That they make cold mothers. That shitting on the people around her just cements her place in the dirt. But, her father would have her sit around and ignore the girl, as if that was going to make a difference. Romano’s would throw her out for fighting, and then she’d lose her chance at school. They’d find someplace else, surely, but her father would cite the occurrence asa a reason to keep her home.
Dust clouded upwards, and she heard a crack from the field. Someone cursed. Standing, Lovina peered into the scene - one of the girl’s in the unofficial Romano’s team laid on the ground, her leg limp on the plate, and an admittedly large Crystal girl hulked over her with the softball in her hand, looking confused. Their coach rushed to the scene and waved over one of the sports medicine attendants.
Well, I guess that’s the end of the game, Lovi thought as she chewed a nail absently.
The announcer came on to declare a broken clavicle, that the game would resume shortly. A stretcher came, they loaded the girl on, and Lovina watched the painted yellow frame retreat beyond the sidelines. She realized, then, that she could suffer the same fate. Slowly Lovina sat back down, and her hands sought the comfort of her jean shorts. „Wow, that sounded awful.“
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