You were in a baseball game, on the last ball and you were up to bat. You readied your bat and swung at the ball, missing it and striking out as you sighed and went into the dugout. Most of your team had already left as you packed up your baseball bag with your bats and glove. You took off your cap and looked up when you saw a boy approaching you.

It was the schools popular guy, Simon Rowley. He’s got a smug smile on his face and that look in his eye.

“You swing a pretty good bat..”