Post by Birdie on Feb 25, 2012 23:02:36 GMT -5
Birdie was already at the park, waiting for the game to start. She'd scrounged up a blanket from the attic, some not-too-stale pretzels out of the kitchen, and a few drinks from the food cart purchased with the last of her pocket money.
She'd never played baseball, and with her arm still hurting her, she didn't think today would be the best time to learn. But she was excited to watch her friends play. She was quiet and small, but extremely enthusiastic if the occasion called for it.
She was planning to cheer her lungs out.
She'd never played baseball, and with her arm still hurting her, she didn't think today would be the best time to learn. But she was excited to watch her friends play. She was quiet and small, but extremely enthusiastic if the occasion called for it.
She was planning to cheer her lungs out.