The words were simple and meaningless to anyone else. Maybe he heard something else entirely in them. He had given his life to the game and he was sti...l alive, still had the same passion since the first time he held a ball. He wasn’t broken, he never would be. Standing outside of the tunnel leading onto the field, Gabe held onto the clipboard with his notes and sheets of plays to run through and strangely found himself thinking about Samantha. For the first time in over twelve years in the. Granny told him to go fuck himself and that I was her pimp. She also told him that I would kill him if he gave us anymore lip.That made him and the biker guys laugh. The bikers bought Granny a shot of whiskey with a beer chaser and an orange juice for me. Then one of them asked her how much I charged for a straight fuck. Granny told him that she was the best two-dollar whore that he ever rode. He laughed and said, “Two dollars.” Granny said, “Or two rides for ten dollars.” That just made them. ..or atleast girls.I sit in class bored out of my mind. If one thing hasn't changed aboutschool it's the pointlessness of it all. The whole experience becomesa horrific throwback to my own time inside the walls of learning. Theonly plus side is that for a while I can forget about being a girl,until lunchtime that is.... I hurry to the toilets and burst inside,running to the urinal only to be reminded of my condition....whichalso means I'm in the wrong toilets."Hey, bitch, get out!" yells a guy. A little discussion caused us to forget such a futile search when June reminded us that the deputy had said that they had searched the swamp when they were looking for the bandits. We figured that we could not do any better, so we gave up the idea.The cow tied behind the last wagon had proven to be excellent cover, so we decided to stay with our present alignment. I vowed not to slack off this time as I crawled back into the wagon. We traveled for nearly two more hours before we decided to stop.