On the bus to away games, we had so much fun. We would play little games, sing, and text each other when we were sitting not to far away. We also would do a thing; we called a phone circle, where we would switch phones with each other on the bus and text random people. I was looking at the phone of a varsity player, and found the number of her coach. I thought it would be kind of funny to play a joke on him. I took the number off her phone and put it in mine. I blocked my cell phone number and started to prank call the number. I thought it was so funny, because I could see the coach picking up their phone, and not finding anyone there.
This went on for about two weeks. There was one game, which the coach had brought me up to varsity. I batted, but didn’t play in the field. I got really board, because I’m not used to sitting the bench. I picked up my phone again and started calling coach because I could see him. I finally realized how much of a pain I was being to him, and he was getting really mad. I stopped calling, until I got home. I felt so guilty for causing so much trouble. I felt so guilty, that later that night I texted him. I said, “I’m really sorry for the trouble I have been causing you the past couple of weeks, and I’m going to stop.” I later realized that I had messed up because there is no way that you can block the number of a text message, and now he had my number, and that’s when all the trouble came pouring down.
It was the beginning of April vacation, the day after I had texted him. We had a practice. The coach showed up in the middle of practice, and pulled me aside. I was so scared; my heart was pounding out of my chest. Coach took the number from the text massage and matched it up with my number off the JV roster. I could barley speak when he started talking to me. I started getting really scared when he started explaining to me what kind of trouble someone could get in for doing that. He asked me what happened, and I told him my story but he didn’t believe me. So I started making up a story and adding peoples names in, that had nothing to do with it. I ended up giving him three different stories. He didn’t really know what o believe. He then got my dad and the JV coach involved, and I could tell it was getting serious. When I finally told them the real story. They explained to me that there would be many consequences. They thought about
it for three whole days. For those three whole days, I had a hard time sleeping, as I thought about the trouble I could be in.
At the next softball game, they told me that I would be sitting for that game and two other games, but that’s not where it stopped. I also couldn’t be captain anymore, and I wasn’t able to go up to Varsity the rest of the season. I was really disappointed in myself, and so were my parents, and my coaches. After, I ended up writing a sorry letter to my coach for causing so much trouble, and…