Private School

(Scene cuts to Susie's baseball game) Susie gets up. The pitcher throws a pitch. Susie hits the ball to first base. The first baseman misses the ball. Susie runs to second base. The right fielder throws the ball over the second baseman's head. Susie runs to third. The left fielder throws the ball to the wrong player. Susie runs to home and scores. Shubie: "Way to go Susie!" (Scene cuts to the end of the game) Shubie: "Nice win guys. Obviously that team was not very good which is why their at the bottom of the standing. But still the score was 8 to 2, that's pretty good. Our next game is against Rock Bottom, and I'm sure that game will be harder than this one. But still, nice win. Alright now clean up, and I'll see you next week. Coach of the private school: "Excuse do you know who the parents are of the girl who hit the home run?" Shubie: "She's mine actually." Coach: "Oh well I have something to ask you. You can obviously see my team isn't very good, and your team is the best in the league. So I have an offer for you, your daughter can go to the school for free, if she plays for the baseball team." Shubie: "Oh well I don't know, um..." Coach: "It's okay, you don't have to make the decision today just tell me when you do. Here's my number." (Scene cuts to Nat's house) Nat: I think she should go. That school offers a way better education for her than at the public school. Plus, those kids come for wealthy backgrounds which could help Susie do better in the future. And if it doesn't work we could always just put her back in the public school." Shubie: "I guess your right honey." (Scene cuts to Nat's house a few days later) Shubie: "Hey, their having some kind of dinner for the parents at this school." Nat: "Well, I can't go today because Sadie's sick. So I'm going to run the store by myself." Shubie: "Oh, well, it's okay. I can go by myself." (Scene cuts to the private school) Shubie: "Can I sit here?" Woman: "Seat's taken." Shubie walks to another table. Woman: "Seat's taken." Shubie sits at a table with three other women. One gets up and walk away. Woman: "Excuse me, but do you know what time it is? My daughter has a violin lesson at seven." Shubie: "Sure, it's (looks at her watch) uh..." Different Woman: "You use that piece of junk to tell time?" Shubie: "Well yeah, what do you use?" Woman: The Ultra Wristwatch of course. (Looks at her