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Nothing Wrong With Being a Tomboy

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   The day that changed Riley Benjamin’s life had the greatest weather she ever witnessed. Well, to say the truth, it was just a good day—better than most.  It was a perfect day to go and play ball in the park. In fact, every kid did so at noon. They usually ate ice cream, and then played some ball, then more ice cream while walking back home with friends.

 For an eight year old boy, this summer day could be what was in stored in heaven for the good kids’ schedule. For an eight year old girl, it wouldn’t be the same. Fortunately, Riley Benjamin was not the average girl, and for her, playing baseball with the boys was just as fun as playing dolls for other girls could be.

     With her white cap that framed her golden pigtails, she always swung proudly her smile. Her stern eyes and stubborn freckled nose were imposed with every cry her indelicate mouth screeched. And her ripped, dirty jeans was the victorious trophy of winning over her mother’s cries. Riley depicted the realness of a tomboy and the boys never vacillated on it.

No other girl was as respected and feared by the guys as Riley Benjamin.

     "Tony! Hit it harder, you sissy!” Riley shouted while she swung her bat to and fro, tapping her foot  and waiting for Tony to pitch the ball. “C’mon!”

     "Ok, but if I hit you, don't cry and blame it on me, Riley," Tony smirked at her annoyed expression.

     "I won't blame it on anything, sissy! Just shut up and play!" Riley yelled back as her pigtails waved backward and forward.

      Tony chuckled at her and without hesitation he pitched it, sending the ball violently rotating straight to Riley's torso. But before it could hit her, she swayed the bat with all her little mighty force and the ball went directly outside the fence.

      "Homerun!" Riley shouted in victory as the boys of her team came and lifted her up.

      "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tony broke the celebration off. "I want another match."

      "What's the matter, Tony? Not so happy now that a girl beat ya, huh?" Riley hopped off from Big Mikey's shoulders and walked toward Tony and his team.

     Tony spat his gum to the arena's soil. "Alight, you won this time, but I want a playback! Tomorrow."     

     "Fine! I'm no chicken." Riley crossed her arms around her chest and stuck out her tongue.

     "You're not a chicken, huh? Okay, then... go and get the ball." Tony pointed the fence with his index finger while a figment of a smirk appeared around his mouth.

      Riley eyed him up and down, stopping, her gaze, at his little black haired head that supported his big sharp nose. "It's your ball, you go get it!"

      "I thought you said you weren't a chicken!”

     “I’m no chicken!”

    “Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!”

    “Stop it!”

    “Riley's a chicken, guys!”

    “No, I’m not, farthead! Shut up!”

     “Fine, then do it and I'll give you this bat."

     Tony showed her the metal stout bat that glittered harmoniously against the sun’s buckets of rays.  Riley cocked her eyebrows as she wavered. Alexis wouldn't buy me a new bat, because she prefers to buy nail stupid polish instead, she thought and then, she smiled back at Tony, mimicking the same glint of his eyes.

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