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A nice clean field with metal bleachers on the home and away side. There is also a concession stand where students can get popcorn, peanuts, and so much more for the game.

Eva jogged out onto the empty field, her short red hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was clothed in a tight black exercise shirt and white softball pants. Her cleats dug into the soft ground, and a smile touched her lips at the freshly painted mound. It had been a while since she had played; a year actually. She had gone home to Russia for the summer break, and there, well to put it simply, her old classmates didn't yet know she had found another passion. She quickly snatched a yellow softball out of a bucket and tossed it in the air and caught it, then ran over to the pitching mound. She had always been a pitcher, and it was interesting to see how her hamstrings held up against that and not a simple jump. Shaking away the thought, she cleared her mind and swung her arm in the correct pitching stance, the ball flying towards the strike zone with immense speed. Maybe I haven't lost my touch... Eva thought with a smile.

Ava walked out to the field, trying to tame her hair into a ponytail. She wore a black nylon shirt and tight black jeans. She planned on changin gher shoes when she got out to the field. She hadn't played softball for about 3 years, but she thought that it would be fun to try again. She looked up and saw a girl practicing. She hesitated for a second, and then though that it would be nice to have a friend to play with. She walked over to the bench and sat down changing her shoes. Ava jumped up and headed over to where the girl was swinging the bat. "Hi," she called out.

Eva looked up, startled at the new presence. She dropped the ball in her hand back into the bucket next to her as she weakly raised a hand in greeting. "Hello," she responded in a thick Russian accent. She had barely held herself back from saying "Здравствуй" instead of the English form of the word of greeting, but her year in America had helped restrain her from her natural language.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" she asked giving the girl a small smile. She nonticed the girl had a very thick Russian accent. She was slightly nervous, since she was newer and didn't have many friends. "I will admit though, I'm not very good," she said. She hoped the other girl wouldn't mind. " I'm Ava" she said, "What's your name?"

"I don't mind," she answered brightly, addressing both her first two questions. "I'm Eva," she responded, holding out a hand for Ava to shake. "Almost the same, just change the first letter," she joked, laughing lightly. It was a small world; another figure skater representing Russia's name had been Ava.

"Thanks," she said smiling at the other girl. "I love that name." She pulled her bat out of her bag and grabbed a ball. "I haven't played for a while, so I am probably out of practice." she said,

"Ah, it's fine. I need to get myself back in the game, so I'll be a little shaky at first," she replied with a smile. "I typically pitch unless my hamstrings are feeling strained, so do you want to try batting while I work on my strikes?" she offered, tossing the ball up in the air and catching it with her worn glove.

"Sure," she said. She smiled at Eva and nodded. "I enjoy doing every part of playing."

"'Kay," Eva said, digging her foot into the pitching mound almost like a bull. "Here we go again," she muttered, the rolled back her shoulders and swung her arm under. The ball went flying towards the strike zone.

Ava swing the bat and missed my a little bit. "See, I told you that I was out of practice," she said. Ava steadied herself and and prepared to hit again. She took a few practice swings and then watched as Eva prepared to throw the ball again.

"You're fine," she assured her, smiling. She wasn't any bad for not having practiced for a while, and Eva was impressed at how close she had been to hitting it. She whipped her another pitch, this one a little high in the strike zone.

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Ava grinned and said, "Thanks. Nice throwing." She prepared herself again and swung hitting the ball with a loud thwack. She grinned as the ball flew up and then came back down.

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Eva smiled at the ball, laughing a bit once it landed hopeless far away from her. It would be a strain on her legs to go so far to retrieve, but she had hope that there was another ball somewhere in the dugout. "Thanks. And nice hitting," she told her with a wink.