Swinging in the Arcade

Huff, huff, swing! When you let your inner athleticism out, I've always thought you can do what most sportsmen do─start as a dreaming rookie then end as a determined player of the chosen field. If I yearned to become a figure skater, I would have learned how to skate by now, considering I've been practicing for almost two hours now. I know you can't have immense power after only a day─which is reserved for fictional entities. However, I can't believe someone who was hailed a wunderkind from childhood can not warrant growth.

I thought I'd grow to hate baseball and the batting center.

After a hearty meal at the ramen joint, she dragged my unathletic soul to the underworld. I love sports, but I hate the notion of Amaryllis Mendoza being in the sports world. I've been swinging my arms for a while now, and all I could see ahead was failure.

Place was verdurous, nonetheless.

Floorboards and the cages were all green, and I could only be mesmerized.