ugh. her father had warned her about this. he told her that if she split off from them and was late getting to their box that sheâd be swept up in the gaggle of fans. not that sheâd ever give him the satisfaction of telling him he was right. the crowds getting into the stadium were insane, and for once, her face wasnât parting the red sea of people for her. dressed head to toe in varying shades of green, ( chicly, though, no tacky fan gear ) kat was just apart of the crowd. she spotted an at least semi - familiar face out of the corner of her eye and grabbed them by the arm, long, thin fingers weaker than they looked.  â push through the crowd with me. itâs so hard to get through        ugh. i hate sports fans. â
