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Two weeks had passed since Talia’s revelation of Nyssa’s malicious intents for her. She had bided her time between the canteen and the inhouse chemistry lab, unable to deny herself her thrice-daily stuffings. In between eating and sleeping what she ate off, Talia played with different steroids, herbs, and other drugs in order to make something to give Nyssa her own set of piggish habits. She was stood at a counter, furiously mixing two rather slippery base liquids, glaring malevolently at nothing in particular. ‘If I can't be perfect, neither can she.’ Talia repeated in her head again and again, fueling her spite at

Her hands gripped the aluminum of the handle. Her cleats dug into the sand next to the plate. Her eyes zeroed in on the ball as it flew in the air towards her. She turned her shoulders sharply and felt the crack through her strong arms as the bat connected and knocked the ball all the way out to the corner of left field. In the same motion, she tossed her bat to the ground and wasted no time in scoring her team the last points they needed to win the final game of the season. Alexandra Pitzaferro pulled her helmet off, letting her long, lusciously straight brown hair out to rest right above her mid-back. She picked up her bat and went with her