This choice: Finding 5 more is hard, Marsha picks from the 5 least-fat girls available • Go Back...Chapter #8Finishing the team requires a helping hand by: Trampltrum   Filling the five remaining open slots of the school Baseball team was proving...problematic. Marsha had decided to give it some time and had waited a week to see if any more willing girls popped up, but other than her original four, nothing. And she was beginning to have slight doubts about them too...
While Tabitha was certainly keen and fast, she lacked a good enough eye to hit the ball often enough, swinging the bat around like a madwoman with few results. Marissa just seemed flat out not interested, either lazily showing a much poorer performance than her initial show at the tryouts; or one time arriving with her face covered in a hoodie and refusing to budge for half an hour. This in reality was a hangover; Marissa was (unbeknownst to Marsha) a massive party-girl, eagerly spending her nights partying away in a room she was bound not to remember come morning.
Jean and Cassie were a combined problem however. Cassie would often arrive with her stomach swollen like a balloon, seemingly having overeaten at the school breakfast cafeteria. Not only would this leave her sitting on the bench till she digested some of her payload, but she would be a bit lethargic afterwards as well. And Marsha didn’t even think of trying to encourage her to get up, last time that had happened Jean had snapped at her; the little redhead was quite fiery when it came to Cassie. Marsha also had great respect for Cassie as well; if it wasn’t for the success of Cassie’s wrestling team (or rather, Cassie plus a bunch of girls who sat there and watched Cassie demolish the competition) there would never have been any incentive at Buttercombe to branch out into further sports. The red-haired teacher’s only option was to let the sumo-sized sports star have it her way.
Even if Marsha had more co-operative students forming the basis of her team, four was a pretty meager number to start with; barely enough to train with inn fact, let alone compete against other schools. Thinking back to what Ms Polluck had said early on, she remembered the name Ashley Knight, she was the P.S. coach, surely if Marsha asked her, Ashley might be able to point out students who could be added to the roster? Or at the very least try out. That was settled, right after the lesson, Marsha would go find Coach Knight.
“Alright girls, good show today! Now let’s hit the showers!” Marsha called out to the sound of Marissa’s chewing gum popping. The redheaded teacher watched as the four girls made their way towards the changing rooms, Jean pulling out some Twinkies from her bag and hand feeding them to Cassie, before presenting the beefy blonde with a large pink bottle of some sort of shake. That was weird; it wasn’t like Cassie didn’t have the arms to do that herself.
Skipping showering herself, Marsha made an immediate beeline for Coach Knight’s office, hoping to catch her in between lessons.
Arriving at a small hut attached to the main P.S. building, Marsha knocked.
“Come in” came a huffy reply.
Stepping into the office, Marsha saw...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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