Day 1

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"Next!" Harold, my coach called, as Robbie and Daniel ran down to Tommy, my 3rd base coach that usually just gives me signs and says good job. December the 7th 1941 and I'm turning 13 tomorrow. Oh by the way my name is Dylan. "I'm almost a teen." I said to Jaxon. "Yeah but I'm already a teen." He mocks toward me. The two kids reach the coach and it's our turn. "Next!" He yells to us. Me and Jaxon rush like trampling elephants rushing to a watering hole down to the coach to see who is faster. I slap his hand a millisecond before Jaxon and turn off as the next pair rotates in to run and now we're at the end again. After about five more goes we rotate to our positions on the field. Reed at first and the rest on third and we field a ball and then go to second and once everyone finishes at third then balls get hit to second. We skip shortstop cause we have either Kadan or Steve on shortstop. Then we move onto the outfield when Kadan and Steve stay in to field at shortstop and throw in to Reed. After doing this for twenty minutes or so we go in to hitting. Kadan hit first. We each had ten balls thrown to us and Kadan hit every ball thrown to him to the outfield. After Kameron hit. Kameron was a great hitter. He hit two over, one hit the top of the fence and landed back in, and seven to the outfield. Hunter hit all ten outfield. Then I hit nine to the second base and one to the short outfield. Jaxon hit four to the fence and three to third and three to left field. Robbie hit all ten to right. He swings late. Daniel hit six to the fence and four to the coach almost knocking him down. Nathan had hit two to the fence and missed seven what'll his last one went over. Finally Toby had hit all over! Reed couldn't hit cause he broke his throwing arm. It happened at practice. Coach hit a ball hard to left and Reed went for it. Then he tripped and his arm hit the ball and just stood there. But yeah that is all my team mates. Then are coach makes us run the base without stopping for a half hour.

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