A League of Their Own, chapter 3
Well, I lied, I didnt tell her about my boyfriend because there is none. There were a bunch of girls. I won't get into them yet. So, we practiced; we had to do perfect, because this would qualify us into the real teams.
We practiced for hours, then finally, one of the head coaches said, "Okay, your names are posted on these five teams, go take a look."
We all rushed toward there; girls who were friends were hugging, and I'm there looking, and looking, and loo-hey! There's my name! I'm a Rockford Peach, this is so great!
Sam's Point of View
I'm a Rockford Peach! Yes!
Jill Meola's Point of View
I'm a Rockford Peach! Jade will be so proud...
Treva Dilley's Point of View
I'm a Rockford Peach! I can't wait to write a letter to Billie...
Back to Ellen-Sue's Point of View
So all the girls gathered in an area, and the head coach said, "After practice, you girls will be fitted for your outfits; they look like this."
Then a girl wearing assumably the uniform came out.
"It's a dress!" Jill said.
"I can't slide in that!" Sam said.
"The only reason it's a dress is so guys can come to the games," I whispered.
"Umm...hello? Where am I gonna put my cigarettes?" a girl, May, said.
"There is no smoking, no drinking, no men," the co-creator of the league said.
"Now if you dont wear these, there are a hundred girls willing to play in bathing suits. Now every girl in this league is gonna go to Charm and Beauty School, every girl in this league is gonna learn how to be a lady," he said once again.
"For what? We don't need to learn how to be a lady!" a fat girl, Doris, said; she is May's best friend.
"Well, this is gonna suck..." Jill said.
So we went to our team's house, we picked rooms, it was all set up. Jill said she was gonna be in her room for a bit; she was gonna call her boyfriend to tell him the good news. Jill was beautiful, ALL these girls were beautiful.
Jill, she was 75% Italian, and 25% Spanish, had that beautiful, foreign look. She was tall and skinny, and had layered, brown, cascading curls. She only belongs to Jade Puget, and no other man. She brought pictures in, showing them together; they look so cute. I know they will go far.
Jill Point of View
Jade got drafted into the army! I called him; he congratulated me, and told me he was leaving tomorrow. I cried for what seemed forever. Then a knock on my door came, and that taxi dancer, May, asked what was wrong; I told her. She was worried.
We practiced for hours, then finally, one of the head coaches said, "Okay, your names are posted on these five teams, go take a look."
We all rushed toward there; girls who were friends were hugging, and I'm there looking, and looking, and loo-hey! There's my name! I'm a Rockford Peach, this is so great!
Sam's Point of View
I'm a Rockford Peach! Yes!
Jill Meola's Point of View
I'm a Rockford Peach! Jade will be so proud...
Treva Dilley's Point of View
I'm a Rockford Peach! I can't wait to write a letter to Billie...
Back to Ellen-Sue's Point of View
So all the girls gathered in an area, and the head coach said, "After practice, you girls will be fitted for your outfits; they look like this."
Then a girl wearing assumably the uniform came out.
"It's a dress!" Jill said.
"I can't slide in that!" Sam said.
"The only reason it's a dress is so guys can come to the games," I whispered.
"Umm...hello? Where am I gonna put my cigarettes?" a girl, May, said.
"There is no smoking, no drinking, no men," the co-creator of the league said.
"Now if you dont wear these, there are a hundred girls willing to play in bathing suits. Now every girl in this league is gonna go to Charm and Beauty School, every girl in this league is gonna learn how to be a lady," he said once again.
"For what? We don't need to learn how to be a lady!" a fat girl, Doris, said; she is May's best friend.
"Well, this is gonna suck..." Jill said.
So we went to our team's house, we picked rooms, it was all set up. Jill said she was gonna be in her room for a bit; she was gonna call her boyfriend to tell him the good news. Jill was beautiful, ALL these girls were beautiful.
Jill, she was 75% Italian, and 25% Spanish, had that beautiful, foreign look. She was tall and skinny, and had layered, brown, cascading curls. She only belongs to Jade Puget, and no other man. She brought pictures in, showing them together; they look so cute. I know they will go far.
Jill Point of View
Jade got drafted into the army! I called him; he congratulated me, and told me he was leaving tomorrow. I cried for what seemed forever. Then a knock on my door came, and that taxi dancer, May, asked what was wrong; I told her. She was worried.
