"Outfielder, Coach."
From Create Your Own Story
"Get over to the outfield," he snaps. You hustle over to left field.
"Thompson!" Coach yells. "Get up here and pop some fly balls and line drives towards Foster!"
A hulking brute of a boy steps up to the plate. Another boy steps over to the pitcher's mound and starts tossing some batting-practice pitches.
"You ready, Foster?" Coach calls.
"Ready, Coach," you say.
"Go for it, Thompson!" Coach says.
The next 10 minutes are spent chasing all over left field after liners and fly balls. You only catch one.
Coach comes over to you. "You have the raw skills needed," he grunts. "You're not ready for the varsity yet, but if you play on one of the intramural squads this year and improve your technique, you'll be on the team for sure next year. You're just a freshman, right?"
You nod. "Yes, Coach."
"Good," he says. "Starting next year, I expect you on my squad for 3 years. You can really help us. My best 3 outfielders are all seniors, so next year we'll need you to be ready."
You smile. "Okay, Coach. See you next year."
You change back into your normal clothes and jog over to the food court at the local mall. You get your food and look around for babes.
A pretty blonde is sitting at one of the tables, crying. A tall brunette is staring at a textbook and mumbling.
| Welcome to the University | |||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Gym Bag | |
| Gender | Male | ||
| Height | 6 feet | ||
| Weight | 195 lbs | ||
