"Here you go!" said Keeley, pulling off her wooly white gloves. "Well, I'm gonna head up to the bleachers. I'll see ya, and hopefully get all of this soreness out of me." If only Plymouth had seen that! He was a big stickler on boys hitting girls, especially since Keeley was a first year. With that, she walked as quickly as she could after falling off her broom and climbed into the bleachers.