“Don’t even try out,” the skinny boy said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. “You don’t have any past experience. Too-bad-so-sad.”
“But I’m good,” Fiona said. “I know I’m good. You won’t regret it, I promise. Just let me prove it. Please?”
“You’re outta luck,” he said while jogging away from her. “Go play with your dolls.”
“So how do I get experience?” she asked, but the boy was already out of ear shot, most likely looking for kids who were lucky enough to have already had experience. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.
Now it was time for Plan B.