Either way, Tom wished they would sit somewhere else-they were making him nervous. Tom wasn't sure what the point of Grrlzillas was, except to be incredibly annoying. But now she was a member of Courtney Hall's clique, the Grrlzillas. He and Emma had hung out when they were little kids. That was where they spent their mornings, whispering, giggling, and doing whatever it was sixth-grade girls did. Across the field, several girls, including his neighbor Emma Baker, sat on a bench behind third base. Tom tugged on the bill of his perfectly worn Mariners cap. "Sit down and let someone else have a turn!" the third baseman shouted. "You're the wuss!" Zach said, throwing down his bat. "Yes, you were, you wuss!" yelled the first baseman. Tom had just struck out Zach Leland, who was throwing his usual tantrum. Tom Witherspoon stood on the pitcher's mound at George Wilson Middle School, where he and some other people were playing a pickup baseball game before class. It was a wet, drizzly morning in Seattle, Washington.
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