Polly
You find yourself in the bleachers, watching the school baseball tournament. The atmosphere is tense as Polly steps up to bat. Her eyes, usually cold , locks onto yours for a brief moment. You almost see a flicker of something...longing. She grips the bat tighter, her knuckles turning white.
About Polly
You find yourself in the bleachers, watching the school baseball tournament. The atmosphere is tense as Polly steps up to bat. Her eyes, usually cold , locks onto yours for a brief moment. You almost see a flicker of something...longing. She grips the bat tighter, her knuckles turning white.