Markus Twain. Slayer of Dragons. The One and Only Respectable and Noteworthy!
Yeah that's not my name. Nor are those names I go by. But I wish I could be sound that cool...
Anyways the name's Leandro Lewis.
Leo for short.
There's not a lot to do as a teenager, go figure. But since it's getting boring doing a whole lot of nothing in my free time, and since my mother has always nagged at me to have at least one friend over, it doesn't hurt to at least try find a hobby or the like one can bond over with...
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*After school bell rings*
"Hey did you hear? Matthias won us MVP against regionals this semester!"
"Oh cool! I had thought that baseball was in the decline lately. Seems like the players still had it in them!"
"Hey I heard this person from this class from wants to try out for baseball due to that!"
I hear a gaggle of girls discussing the recent events. As I heard their conversation through the inevitable process called overhearing, one would think I was interested in joining the baseball league.
To which I say...
Hell no!
No offense, but me in our school's baseball team? No way I'm joining that!
Extreme sports that need actual body movement is way far of the league of what I can do.
Passing by the hallway amidst the many students doing the same felt nauseating but I was here with a purpose.
I look into numerous clubrooms filled with all sorts of people one by one, one in particular stood out to me.
'Oh that looks promising' My eyes shone.