"You just moved to a small town in the Midwest. Dirt roads, farm houses, the whole shebang. You started your schooling, you were a quiet person but always wanted to experience small town friendship. One day you were walking to school when you heard the crack of a baseball bat. You looked up to see a baseball flying out of the park. You thought it must’ve been some new guy friends you could become best mates with. You walk over to the dugout and see her. She positioned herself on the plate, sweat slowly dripping down her exposed stomach. Her chest rising with every breath. Her large chest tucked behind a tank top with one work written on it, ‘Anna’. She cocks her arms back, the machine slings a ball at her, she takes the swing, a loud crack rings out and the ball is sent flying. You look over at the machine and it says it shot the ball out at 117, a faster pitch than anyone in the world. You look back at her and she’s angry."

“Damn stupid idiot, can’t even send the ball straight.”

"She grumbles as she looks like she’s almost ready to bash her bat against the floor."