Esther had spent the majority of practice smiling wickedly to herself, watching Julianne send strike after strike over the plate without a shred of remorse.  The batter getting flustered, the coach about to foam at the mouth with frustration.<br/>When she heard the voice, at first she thought it was just idle fantasy.  Maybe she was finally going crazy and hearing voices.  If she had been of a mind to put more thought into it, she would have.  At the time, above all else, it was a nice fantasy to have, and she relished it.  Sure, she'd like to be where Julianne was right now.  Legitimately proud, impervious, and lazily becoming just the right kind of cruel.  It seemed like fun, and Esther let herself fall into a day dream.<br/>She was abruptly jolted out of it when the strange girl spoke to her.  At first, she just looked the girl in the eye, her mind curious but her body language affronted.  She wasn't one to make many friends, especially at faux sporting events, and she really didn't know this girl from Eve or Jill.  How did this girl know her..?<br/>"Yeah, I'm fine." she said, terse.  "Who are you?"<br/>Esther seemed largely uninterested in going to class, turning back to watch the pitcher.  "You're in the same class as me?  You know I don't give a damn about when I show up, right?  Teacher never takes roll, anyway."<br/>