Venny POV:
Sitting in math class I pop a pill to relieve the ache.
“Hey, you’re Venny right?” I turn towards a brunette girl with curls and nod with a smile.
“Yeah, that’s me. Have we met?” I ask her and she giggles.
“No, but everyone knows who you are, you killed it at the game, I mean the whole team was badass but everybody’s talking about you.”
I cringe a little. I didn’t join the team to become popular. I don’t have the popular kind of personality. I really hope this dies down soon.
“Thanks, what’s your name?” I ask her and she puts her hand out for me to shake.
“I’m Hope, and I’m studying to be a journalist. Perhaps one day I’ll interview you if you ever make it to the major leagues. Which I’m sure you will.”
Somehow I don’t think that’s what my future has planned for me anymo
