Softball Chants Mga Nobela at Kwento

I know my parents will say yes, it’s just a matter of when can we have our slumber party. We are so occupied with our discussion that we didn’t notice there are a group of kids gathering in the quad. As we get closer I realize they are all chanting ‘fight’. I push my way through the crowd and growl in annoyance. Fucking Britney.

"No, my favorite part of the home games is coming up." I'm about to ask her what she means when I distinctly hear something that sounds like "Dixieland Delight" coming from somewhere. "Are they gonna sing this?" I question as I watch her clapping along. "Kinda," she grins again, but this time it's a little evil. That's when everyone starts singing and I realize they've altered the lyrics. My eyes bugging out as I hear what people are singing. Loud and proud, I hear Whitney scream, "On beer!" as she joins in.

It started with a murmur, a soft, rhythmic chant that seemed to vibrate through the bones of the pack house. "Death to the murderer Luna! Death to the murderer Luna!" the chants grew louder, rising like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf her.