Applause and cheering

The sound of applause is a little subdued because it is only one young woman clapping and cheering. She has dirty blonde hair held loosely with a red headband that circles high on her brow and keeps her hair out of her face as she does a high leg kick clapping her hands in front of her knee as it lifts skyward. You smile sheepishly at being caught in the middle of acting out a lost dream, but the woman doesn't seem to be mocking you, she seems to be genuinely happy to cheer for a washed-out ball player .

"That was great, you should play on a team." She calls out as she half jogs, half skips across the infield to introduce herself. It is only when you meet in the pitching circle that you realize this is not a student. Her sleeveless knit top and tight leggings look like what a student might wear when she isn't in her uniform pleated skirt and white blouse, but she's too old to be a student. Not that she's old, at most a year or two older than you, but still too old to be a student - at least you think she is.

"Hi" she greets you with a toss of her head that sends her fine, straight hair across her shoulders to land on the swell of her full breasts. "I'm Alice, you must be one of the new teachers." Alice's bubbly personality fits perfectly with the round breasts and bright smile, you bet that when she was a student, she was very popular.

"Hi, yourself!" You smile back at the young woman, falling back to the easy way you had with girls when you were a 3-sport athlete and captain of both the football team and baseball team your junior and senior years. Life had certainly been easier back then, girls like Alice had been falling all over themselves to date you and your friends. "Thanks for the cheer, I haven't had my own personal cheerleader in a while."

"Well that's what I'm here for!" Her response isn't quite a giggle, but it's pretty close. You could be wrong, but your gut tells you that Alice and Christina don't hang out much together. "I'm the cheerleader coach, and I've been trying to get our school spirit back to where it should be." You almost laugh out loud as you picture the kind of reaction you'd get if you brought this vivacious bundle of good-natured spirit to hear the tat-covered Christina **** her guitar on stage.

"I'll remember that!" You tell her as you take her hand in yours and give it a half squeeze. It's not exactly a handshake, but she seems happy enough with the results and instead of pulling it away, she rests her hand on your muscular forearm. "I'm Brian Watts, the new gym teacher, soft-ball coach and who knows what else."

"Oh Wow!" Alice's eyes widen like you've just announced that you are an ex-astronaut, presidential candidate and puppy-saving fire-man all in one. "You're going to be so great!"

"Thanks!" You cover her hand with yours and turn her back to the sports complex. "This place is huge, do you mind showing me around?"