When I got home, I took off all my clothes and put pajamas on. I hate Phillips. I hate boys in general. I slumped down in the covers of my bed and sighed. I turn off my lamp before I get comfortable and fall asleep.

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I woke up early in the morning and sighed. After yesterday night, I didn't want to step one foot outside of my house. I grunted as I placed one foot on the floor beside my bed. I stand up and immediately start to wobble around. My knees felt like giving out and I felt like passing out.

It seemed as if I was drunk.

I walk over to my window and open the teal curtains. Sunlight immediately shines into my room, making it brighter. I groaned and squinted my eyes as I open my window and stuck my head out. My view was the sandlot, but honestly in the morning, it looked beautiful.

The sandlot boys were playing baseball on the field, so I quickly hide in my room again.

You've got to be kidding me.

I walk over to my closet and quickly change into skinny jeans, my white cheerleading shoes, and a tank top with a red flannel over it. I began brushing my hair until it was straight and yawn.

I decided I couldn't hide in my room forever so I grabbed my purse and some cash before walking out of my room and down the stairs. I dragged my feet along the wooden floor as I walked towards the front door. I peeked my head into the kitchen to see my father walking around.

  "Bye dad. I'm gonna go into town for awhile. Need anything?" I ask him. He smiles over at me.

  "Could you go to the grocery store and get some oranges? I could really use some oranges," he says. I chuckle and nod.

  "Alright. Bye!" I exclaim.

  "Goodbye."

  I ran out the door and began walking down the sidewalk. I caught a glimpse of a boy in a red and blue varsity jacket, but I ignored it since I had a pretty good guess on who it was. I sped walk out of the neighborhood as I made my way through town until I got to the grocery store.

I dug through my purse as I walked down the aisles.

Forty-five bucks. It should be enough to get some oranges and a snack. I quickly grabbed a bag full of oranges and a bag of potato chips.

After checking out, I decided to go back to the neighborhood to drop off my father's oranges. I was too tired to walk all the way back, but it was worth it.

• Benny •

"Smalls! What's wrong with you today?" I yell at him as he looked like he was about to pass out in left field. Squints who was in centerfield ran over to him and felt his forehead.

"He's running a fever, Benny man!" He shouts over to me. I walk into the dugout where our ice chest was lounging on the bench and grab a water. I run over to Smalls and hand him the bottle.

"He's dehydrated," I say. Smalls thanks me with a nod of his head and starts to chug down the bottle before I stop him. "Take it easy, man. Chugging it down will make you even more sick. Take slow, short sips."

He nods and does as I say. I sigh.

"You should go home and rest," I say. "Feel bette man."

He nods and begins to walk out of the field.

"This is why you drink water!" I shout to all of them. They murmur for awhile before I begin to make my way back towards home plate. "Alright! Let's keep playin'!"

  Short chapter I know but I'm not feeling good today and I tried to rush this chapter