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My name is Nicole. I am now 20 years old, but at the time this unraveled, I was in my wee years of high school. I had and athletic build, auburn hair pout in a pony or a low bun and bangs (to my chin) that were never used the right way. I have been told my eyes are "striking" many a time, deep pools of light brown. I am of Italian and Swedish decent, olive skin and scattered freckles. Most impressive, though, was my thought process.
I knew early on that I had feelings for women, and came to grips with it once upon a time. That story is for later. It all started softball season in eighth grade.
"Nikki, I have some awesome news!" My friend Amanda said. She and I had played on the same softball team for three years. "The Diamond Fall Softball team is gonna' let us play for them!"
"Are you fucking serious!? Diamond?! How did we manage that!" I exclaimed, giddy to the core.
"The teams can take out-of-towners from one town, Coach called and said `Since we don't have one here, can we play for you?' Oh God, I'm so pumped."
"I sooooo know what you mean. This will be so awesome."
Meeting Grounds
Panicking on the inside and acting indifferent on the outer was how I spent my week. I knew I was ready to play for Diamond, and I couldn't wait to meet their coach, due to the fact that ours was a little lacking in skill. When I got their I noticed that this was real, and this team was as solid as titanium, or rather, diamond. When we got on the field, The coach, Don, introduced us to the girls. They were all really nice, but one stuck out. I sat next to her.
Her name was Sarah. She was two years older than I, and played the same position as me. I was a flexible player, though, I could be put at any position but catching. But apparently I was better than her. She and I became friends on the field.
Not only was she extremely nice, she was determined, perseverant, AND the coaches' daughter. Her build was like mine, same height (5'5) and about same weight. Her eyes were an electric blue. I knew right off of the bat, literally, she was either bi or gay.
"Sooo. Ya' ready to play for diamond?" She spoke, flashing me a smile with something more on the inside.
"Hah, as ready as I'll ever be. I just wished that my town had a team like this, Mandy and I would have more experience as players."
"Well, now you're on the best there is. Let's just hope you can help us keep it that way!" Sarah stuck her tongue out at me and ran off. I was grinning for the rest of practice.
A/N: First one of these Nifties. I know this chapter seems slow, but I'll have you know at this moment it will be a mushy story with NOT A LOT OF SEX. Criticism goes to at.a.crossroad@hotmail.com. Hope to see you soon. -Nikki