I Know My Ankle Like the Back of My Hand

                                    

                                          
Chapter Thirty Five 
                          
Jennifer's P.O.V 
                          
I walked downstairs, heading to the kitchen for a midnight snack. I stepped on the floor when I reached the bottom of the stairs. 
                          
"Ouch!" 
                          
I fell to the floor. I got up and walked over to the fridge. I looked outside the window at the moonlight. I walked over to the couch and pulled out my spare glove and ball from underneath it. I quietly opened the front door and closed it. I walked to the sandlot. 
                          
When I got to the sandlot, I walked up to the pitchers mound. I stared at the fence, imagining Benny was there, observing my body language, figuring out what type of pitch I was about to do. 
                          
I threw the ball, depending on my right leg for balance. As soon as my left leg left the ground, I collapsed. 
                          
"Ow..." I screeched. Pain shot through my body. 
                          
I left my ball behind and wobbled home. I got inside and got to my room, closing all the doors very quietly. When I got to my room, I sat on the ground. 
                          
I took off my shoes and unwrapped the bandage from around my ankle. My ankle had hints black and blue. I touched it and shook in pain. 
                          
I knew my ankle like the back of my hand. I've sprained it multiple times and broke it once. When I sprain my ankle, as long as I do nothing but rest for a couple of weeks, I'll be good to go. But we have our game against Phillips team tomorrow, and then after we kicked their sorry little butts I would rest. 
                          
When Benny and I lived through our 'Great Escape', I SLIGHTLY sprained my ankle when I fell. I just need to ice it until the game, win it for the guys and rest. I just had to make it through tomorrow. I had to. 
                          
I wobbled back downstairs and filled up a bag with ice. I walked back upstairs and put the bag on my ankle as I laid down on my bed. 
                          
It wasn't long before my eyes closed, sending me off into dream land for a few hours. 
                          
****
                          
I walked to the sandlot, the game was in a hour and we were all meeting here. When I entered, the guys were all sitting in the dugout. I walked up to them. As soon as I got to them, I immediately realized Kenny wasn't here. 
                          
"Uh where's Kenny?" 
                          
"He's sick so you're going to have to pitch today." 
                          
Oh no... 
                          
"Great!" 
                          
Lies and lies and more lies
                          
"Well shall we go?" 
                          
"Are you okay Jenny?" 
                          
"Couldn't be better!" 
                          
LIESSSSSS 
                          
I ushered them off the field and over to the other side of town where Phillips field was. When we arrived, Phillips and his team were sitting in the bleachers. The hot pink bleachers. We started laughing our butts off as we went onto the field to start the game. 
                          
Phillips team was up to bat first. 
                          
Phillips was up to bat first... 
                          
The memories of how he talked about me flooded my brain. 
                          
"You're just a weak ass slut."