The fifth through eighth graders ran down the steps of the old two story schoolhouse as fast as they could knowing that they'd have to choose teams before the game actually could begin. Although she ran along with them, she hated playing softball, because for one, she was a terrible batter and two, a clumsy catcher. If she would ever have had a chance to pitch the ball, it would have been as likely to go over her own head and land somewhere behind her as to go forward toward the batter and then fall short of home plate.
Being chosen as a team captain was totally out of the question, because after all she was only a fifth grader and being put in that kind of a spotlight wasn't given to someone with so little skill and knowledge of the game. The spiel the teacher gave to this combined class was to curb grumbling about which team might end up with certain classmates, but she knew how her team felt from the expressions on they faces when her team's captain selected her because she was the only one left.
Humiliating as it was, she endured the hour and then she was saved by the school bell ringing to let them know that school was out for the day, but knowing the game would be continued the next day, and maybe the next.