The Elephant's Girl by Celesta Rimington

Author:Celesta Rimington [Rimington, Celesta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2020-05-19T00:00:00+00:00

The giggling girls from the bus get off at the ball field, too.

As Fisher and I step off the bus, one of them says, “You’re Fisher Leigh, aren’t you?”

Fisher slaps his baseball hat on his head and says, “Yeah.”

“Weren’t you in Mr. Lindham’s class last year?” asks a taller girl with long, red hair.

“Yeah,” Fisher says again.

The girls seem to be headed to the same place we are, but they aren’t dressed like they’re planning to play any baseball. So either they’re coming to watch, like me, or they’re just following us so they can talk to Fisher.

The first girl, who is dressed fancy and wears makeup, says, “Do you know Sebastian? He’s my brother.”

We reach the edge of the field. A few people are already sitting on the bleachers across the grass.

“Yeah, I know him.” Fisher doesn’t seem to have much to say to these girls. That’s okay with me. It’s like they are trying to know him, but I already know him.

I feel like a stranger walking with all of them, not saying anything and not being able to talk to Fisher like normal. Fisher looks over at his coach and some other players gathering on the field. He’s probably going to join them any minute now, and I’m going to have to figure this out by myself.

Fisher says to me, and not to the other girls, “I gotta go.” He hands me a hat from his backpack, not his Omaha Storm Chasers hat—he’s wearing that one. It’s his Dodgers hat. It’s one of his favorites, and he keeps it clean and new-looking. “Use this to keep the sun out of your eyes. I’ll see you after we’re done.”

Before I can say “Thanks,” the tall girl with the red hair calls to him. “Hey, Fisher! Hit a home run!”

I look at her sideways, put on Fisher’s hat, and turn to walk across the field toward the bleachers without these girls. But I didn’t realize the third girl was almost right behind me. I stop quickly, and she dodges out of the way, but we still smack into each other.

“Excuse me,” I say, a little annoyed. When I jumped on the bus to come with Fisher, I hadn’t planned on this at all.

“My fault,” says the girl, rubbing her shoulder where we hit. “I was standing too close.”

“Well, I wasn’t looking,” I say, trying to match her nice tone. “Sorry.”

The other two girls have followed Fisher onto the field and are talking with another boy, who seems to know the girl with all the makeup. The odd silence between me and the third girl seems to need something to fill it. I’m not sure why.

“Are you watching the practice?” I ask, twisting a loose thread from my shirt around my finger. This is so different from talking to people in the zoo.

The wind kicks up a little dust to get my attention. “Talk to me,” it nags.

“I think so,” the girl answers. “Anna is getting some money from her brother for snacks.

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