Location: Strike Status: CLOSED (@javed-kashif)
Nadia was up to bowl. Her eyes trained down to the end of the alley way. It can't be that hard, right? Her hazel eyes drifted down to her shoes and then the dots on the floor. What's this for? She was completely clueless. Looking back at her friends cheering her on, she couldn't help but to swallow. They can't know that she can't bowl.
Already, the embarrassment was turning her cheeks a shade of scarlet. The lump came back in her throat, just as she viewed the person in the game over bowl. So you just... She peeked at the floor again, lining herself up with a couple dots.
It was the overwhelming feeling of wanting to crawl up in a ball and cry that sent her off balance. What happened next was something straight out of a cartoon or one of those ABC sitcoms; the ball jumping over to the game next to Nadia and her crew. Her eyes were shot open at the sound of the crack it made upon landing on the other's alley. That was before both balls knocked over all the pins at the end with another loud crash.
"Hey! At least we got a strike?" The petite woman blinked, her voice an octave higher than usual, unsure of how the other was going to take it. But, she was going to see the good in it.