Pitch Slapped

Delany was a freshman in high school and orientation was where clubs recruited the 'freshies'. Many clubs asked for her to come join but they all seemed to dorky like the chess club or book club. She didn't want to be a nerd like in middle school. She wanted to stand out, shine. That's when one specific club caught her eye, not just because of the guy recruiting with his brunette curls. Just the idea of it all. Being noticed.

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2. Lunch with Cher

It was Sunday night and it was ten. Everybody was in bed, but I could sleep. I walked out of my room and grabbed my sketch pad. I headed to the lobby. No one was there. Everyone was probably sleeping, since tomorrow is the first day of school.

I sat down on the couch and started sketching. "Well it's good to hear your voice, I hope you're doing fine. And if you ever wondered I'm lonely here tonight. I'm lost her in this moment and time is slipping by..." I started singing.

"I knew you could sing!" I heard a familiar voice from a table. I turned and saw the boy who tried to get me to join his club.

"What are you talking about? And why are you here? This is the girls lobby." I told him.

"Your voice is amazing." He smiled.

"Get out of here before you get caught." I told him.

"I'm not leaving."

"Then I'm calling the security." I threatened.

"Fine. You win this time." He got up and walked out of the lobby.

* * *

Monday morning was a blur. Everything went by so fast and then, BAM! It was lunchtime. Shoot me. I knew no one at this school. So I'm going to be a dork sitting at a table in the quad by myself.

I found a table and sat down with the salad and Starbucks's Passion Tea I bought at the lunch cart. Then the other two seats at my table were filled. It was the curly-haired boy and a very pretty brunette girl.

"I know we haven't formally met, I'm Harry." The curly-haired boy smiled.

"And I'm Cher, we both are part of the Manchester Mixers." She smiled, "We would be honored if you joined."

"I'm Delany, and I don't sing." I told both of them. Cher gave Harry a mean look

"Cher, if you heard her voice you would be begging for her." Harry told her.

I looked down at my salad and began eating it. Great. Fighting over me.

"Harry, leave the poor girl alone! What have I told you!" She yelled at him.

"Delany, I'm sorry. Harry just assumes any good looking girl like yourself is a good singer." She said.

"But she is!" Harry whined.

"Harry! Let's go!" Cher barked. Harry rolled his eyes as they walked away.

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