Paige sat perched on the bleachers, her feet under her bum making her sit taller. She stared over the faded green court with the poorly painted lines and sat as if she were waiting for an opponent. A racket was in her hand; one of the strings completely loose while the rest of the racket was fairly tense considering it's for public use. She spun it in her hands before hoping down the bleachers, almost missing a step and tripping down the last few bleachers barely catching her balance on the cement, hands on her knees. "Jesus." She huffed, picking the racket off the ground from her small tumble.
Walking with new found confidence after her humiliating tumble no one saw Paige grabbed a few tennis balls out of the bucket and started hitting them against the wall. Letting each one fall back behind her, scattering the balls around the court. Paige let out a sigh, happy to pick up a racket again. When was the last time? She couldn't remember; it must've been before her dad wen't berserk. The small girl was taken from her thoughts as the sound of footsteps masked the noise of the tennis balls hitting the wall.
