Bleachers 소설 & 이야기

Four weeks have passed and the day finally arrived. The seats inside the stadium were crowded with audiences of all races. They were actively chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the event to start. On the four screens above the arena was a timer which showed the tournament’s banner. The fighters listed on today’s battles were preparing themselves by stretching and checking their equipment. They examined the sharpness of their blades, the condition of their armours, and steeled their minds.

Beth knew it was because a branch of Muddy Creek meandered its way along the east side of the park, making it a logical place to build the lagoon, and she thought it had been there longer than the baseball diamonds, but she didn’t feel the need to get into that all right now. “At least there’s wind,” Lexy reminded them. “Maybe I’ll just sit down here on the bleachers next time there’s a home game.” “Thanks.” Beth shook her head and rounded the concession stand, knowing Lexy was just kidding. Besides, the group of preppy girls sitting on the bleachers was enough to make Lexy change her tune even if sitting near them would mean av

She glanced at the massive hands made out of sponges, hats with logos of teams that will participate, as well as t-shirts, pom-poms, blowers, and several other things she couldn't recognize. The bleachers were getting packed with the audience, while some guys in jerseys were running on the big grass-covered field to warm up. There was one other field on the right with a massive bouncy house where kids were screaming excitedly, and on the field behind it, several people were busying themselves on setting up the hot air balloon that will offer rides.

Laney gave Emery a quick hug then rushed back over to her dance team. Emery walked over to the section of the bleachers that was in back of where Laney and the girls usually took their place. She sat about five rows up from the front and looked out across the field. The team wasn’t out there yet, but there were several people out there getting all the ice water coolers ready. The stands were starting to fill and most were seated off to the side where the cheerleaders were. Mostly, it was the parents and older people who came to the games that sat behind the dance and band. That was okay, she wouldn’t have to listen to bullshit stories about her and Austin.

His spiked club slammed into my hellblade with a deafening clang. The impact tore the weapon from my grip, sending it spinning through the air before it clattered uselessly against the stone below. “No!” I cried. Taurus planted his hooves into the ground and stomped with brutal force. “Hellish Stomp!” he roared, laughing as the arena shook beneath us. The ground cracked violently, the rocks trembling like they were about to collapse. I struggled to stay upright, my knees buckling as the stone beneath my feet split apart from the tremors.

“Either the library or the bleachers by the soccer field, the ones farthest from the back entrance.” The library has cameras in and around the entrance and hallway, but the camera’s on the outside of the building don’t reach those bleachers, which is the exact reason they are so popular for kids to go and smoke up or have sex, though during lunch some of the soccer students use the field so it’s usually empty. Harken hangs up and grabs his bike helmet again. “Where are you going now? What’s going on?” Scott calls after him as he rushes out the door.

The home-side bleachers were a sea of white and blue, a pulsating mass of excitement and nervous energy. We found Ben and Maya halfway up, already armed with giant foam fingers and bags of popcorn. Ben was vibrating with pre-game adrenaline, while Maya looked characteristically unimpressed, surveying the crowd like a hawk. Ben’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head the second he saw me. “Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He pointed a trembling finger at my chest. “Is that… is that what I think it is?” Maya’s head swiveled, her sharp eyes taking in the number 6. A slow, wicked grin spread across her face. “Well, well. Where did you get that, Elliot? Rob his locker?”