Curveball Chapter 1
Introducing Owen...
Okay, so I bet you guys weren't expecting this! I was listening to music and I felt inspired, so I decided to try to write and it actually turned out pretty good! Don't forget to comment! Your comments motivate me to write, which is something that I really need right now. Oh, don't forget to read the prologue first!
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I spotted Owen from down the hall and he waved as I approached my locker. I could find him anywhere. He is 6 feet tall, even though we're only freshman, so his sandy brown locks are easy to spot because they're a few inches above the crowd. He always waits for me in the morning since we have homeroom and first period together. "Hey Liv, why are you so late today? We've only got a few minutes to get to homeroom!" he smiled as I finally pushed my way through the throngs of students and opened my locker.
"Sorry, I didn't hear my alarm clock go off and my mom didn't wake me up in time." I checked my reflection in the mirror. My straight black hair was a little unruly this morning, so I'd pulled it into a ponytail. I was surprised to see that my eyes were an extremely light shade of blue today. They tend to change from light blue to gray, depending on my stress level or how much sleep I get.
"You had that dream again, didn't you?" he smiled at me as I slammed my locker shut and we headed towards first period. He towered over me, despite that fact that I was rather tall for my age, at 5 feet and 10 inches.
"Yep, and we won again" I blushed, thinking about the kiss, there's no way I'm mentioning that! Usually I tell Owen everything, even though he's a guy, but there are some things that are just way to embarrassing to talk about. The bell rang right as we stepped into the classroom. All the girls glared at me, as usual, while we sat down. Everyone's always thought that we're together because he never expresses interests in other girls. Mr. Mann, our physical science teacher, cut off my thoughts when he started class.
He spent the first ten minutes of class explaining the lab and passing out materials. We had to use a key to identify minerals and stones. Owen and I are partners and we always finish early, so we spend most of the class talking. I was caught up in my own thoughts when he interrupted them.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Baseball, but isn't that what I always think about" I smiled at him. All of my thoughts always lead me to Owen, but I would never tell him that. I can never stop thinking about him. "How do you think we'll do tonight?"
"We're gonna do fine, Liv. You spend way too much time worrying, you know you're the best pitcher in the league." He was gathering up the stones and putting them back into their little compartments in the clear box.
"I couldn't do it without you" I replied, getting lost in my thoughts again.
"What's wrong with you today? You've been so preoccupied. Did something happen?" he sounded concerned.
"No, I'm fine, I've just got a lot on my mind." He could tell that I didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask.
The rest of the day was uneventful and I spent most of my time thinking. I have lunch with Owen, but he just grabbed a sandwich and went to the library to work on a project, so we didn't get to talk. It's not like I would've been able to focus on anything he was saying, I was way too preoccupied with my own thoughts. I made it back to my locker and got my baseball bag, with my uniform and glove in it, and I headed to the locker room. As I hurriedly dressed in my blue and white Panthers uniform, I thought back to the beginning.
I don't remember a time when Owen wasn't my best friend. Our mom's were best friends as teenagers and my mom found out that she was nearly one month pregnant, when his mom was 4 months pregnant. Of course, that's what they'd been dreaming of for the entire lives, being pregnant at the same time and having children who are the same age. We were always around each other as babies, but that's to be expected when your mom's are best friends and spend a lot of time with each other. We only got closer as we got older and we were inseparable. That's how I got into baseball, I refused to play softball, since I couldn't be on a team with Owen, so my parent's said that I could play baseball. I started pitching when I was in 6th grade and baseball's been my life ever since. Well, Owen and baseball, but you get the picture.
When I was finally dressed I headed out to the baseball diamond. My 13 team members were waiting when I got there. I'm the only girl on the team, but we get along, so it's fine.
"You're late! You only have 20 minutes to warm up now." Jeremy, one of my teammates, said. I threw my bag down and dug out my glove.
"Well, I'm here now. Isn't that what matters?" I replied. He could be such a pain sometimes.
"No, it's not! You know how important these games are! We have to win every game to get a chance at the championship, we don't have time to mess around!" he was angry because I didn't take him seriously.
"Dude, lay off! She's got a lot on her mind today and you're making it worse by yelling at her. We're all under a lot of stress because of this game, the last thing we need to do is argue with each other!" Owen cut in. I was glad, I really didn't feel like arguing.
"We should probably start to warm up. We're down to less than 20 minutes now." I glared at Jeremy and headed toward the field. I waited on Owen to catch up and I knew we were out of earshot, "Thanks for that, I really don't feel like arguing with him today..."
"It's no big deal; we all know that was uncalled-for. You only have to throw a few pitches to warm up, so it's not like you need a lot of time anyway. You shouldn't be nervous, Jeremy's just being a jerk, as usual." He replied. I smiled at him and walked the rest of the way to the mound while he walked back to home plate.
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Sorry it's short, but, like I said, I've had writer's block for a while and that just felt like the right place to end it. I'll get the next one out as soon as I can, but I think I'm gonna work on 'Fire and Ice' and get Chapter 6 out before I write the next chapter of this.
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I spotted Owen from down the hall and he waved as I approached my locker. I could find him anywhere. He is 6 feet tall, even though we're only freshman, so his sandy brown locks are easy to spot because they're a few inches above the crowd. He always waits for me in the morning since we have homeroom and first period together. "Hey Liv, why are you so late today? We've only got a few minutes to get to homeroom!" he smiled as I finally pushed my way through the throngs of students and opened my locker.
"Sorry, I didn't hear my alarm clock go off and my mom didn't wake me up in time." I checked my reflection in the mirror. My straight black hair was a little unruly this morning, so I'd pulled it into a ponytail. I was surprised to see that my eyes were an extremely light shade of blue today. They tend to change from light blue to gray, depending on my stress level or how much sleep I get.
"You had that dream again, didn't you?" he smiled at me as I slammed my locker shut and we headed towards first period. He towered over me, despite that fact that I was rather tall for my age, at 5 feet and 10 inches.
"Yep, and we won again" I blushed, thinking about the kiss, there's no way I'm mentioning that! Usually I tell Owen everything, even though he's a guy, but there are some things that are just way to embarrassing to talk about. The bell rang right as we stepped into the classroom. All the girls glared at me, as usual, while we sat down. Everyone's always thought that we're together because he never expresses interests in other girls. Mr. Mann, our physical science teacher, cut off my thoughts when he started class.
He spent the first ten minutes of class explaining the lab and passing out materials. We had to use a key to identify minerals and stones. Owen and I are partners and we always finish early, so we spend most of the class talking. I was caught up in my own thoughts when he interrupted them.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Baseball, but isn't that what I always think about" I smiled at him. All of my thoughts always lead me to Owen, but I would never tell him that. I can never stop thinking about him. "How do you think we'll do tonight?"
"We're gonna do fine, Liv. You spend way too much time worrying, you know you're the best pitcher in the league." He was gathering up the stones and putting them back into their little compartments in the clear box.
"I couldn't do it without you" I replied, getting lost in my thoughts again.
"What's wrong with you today? You've been so preoccupied. Did something happen?" he sounded concerned.
"No, I'm fine, I've just got a lot on my mind." He could tell that I didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask.
The rest of the day was uneventful and I spent most of my time thinking. I have lunch with Owen, but he just grabbed a sandwich and went to the library to work on a project, so we didn't get to talk. It's not like I would've been able to focus on anything he was saying, I was way too preoccupied with my own thoughts. I made it back to my locker and got my baseball bag, with my uniform and glove in it, and I headed to the locker room. As I hurriedly dressed in my blue and white Panthers uniform, I thought back to the beginning.
I don't remember a time when Owen wasn't my best friend. Our mom's were best friends as teenagers and my mom found out that she was nearly one month pregnant, when his mom was 4 months pregnant. Of course, that's what they'd been dreaming of for the entire lives, being pregnant at the same time and having children who are the same age. We were always around each other as babies, but that's to be expected when your mom's are best friends and spend a lot of time with each other. We only got closer as we got older and we were inseparable. That's how I got into baseball, I refused to play softball, since I couldn't be on a team with Owen, so my parent's said that I could play baseball. I started pitching when I was in 6th grade and baseball's been my life ever since. Well, Owen and baseball, but you get the picture.
When I was finally dressed I headed out to the baseball diamond. My 13 team members were waiting when I got there. I'm the only girl on the team, but we get along, so it's fine.
"You're late! You only have 20 minutes to warm up now." Jeremy, one of my teammates, said. I threw my bag down and dug out my glove.
"Well, I'm here now. Isn't that what matters?" I replied. He could be such a pain sometimes.
"No, it's not! You know how important these games are! We have to win every game to get a chance at the championship, we don't have time to mess around!" he was angry because I didn't take him seriously.
"Dude, lay off! She's got a lot on her mind today and you're making it worse by yelling at her. We're all under a lot of stress because of this game, the last thing we need to do is argue with each other!" Owen cut in. I was glad, I really didn't feel like arguing.
"We should probably start to warm up. We're down to less than 20 minutes now." I glared at Jeremy and headed toward the field. I waited on Owen to catch up and I knew we were out of earshot, "Thanks for that, I really don't feel like arguing with him today..."
"It's no big deal; we all know that was uncalled-for. You only have to throw a few pitches to warm up, so it's not like you need a lot of time anyway. You shouldn't be nervous, Jeremy's just being a jerk, as usual." He replied. I smiled at him and walked the rest of the way to the mound while he walked back to home plate.
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Sorry it's short, but, like I said, I've had writer's block for a while and that just felt like the right place to end it. I'll get the next one out as soon as I can, but I think I'm gonna work on 'Fire and Ice' and get Chapter 6 out before I write the next chapter of this.
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