"Rebecca come downstairs we are going to your brothers baseball game. Then after that you can go shopping for whatever you want!" Mom yelled up the stairs. I came down and jogged to the refrigerator to grab a cheese stick and apple juice for the baseball game.
I really didn't want to be in the car because we were taking some of Jake's friends with us to the game. I sat in the back of the car to the right. When your facing the car. The whole time I put headphones on and listened to rock music. I wanted to be in a band but as you can tell I'm not that good at anything.
"We're here!" Mom yelled. Everyone rushed out of the car but me. I took my time to get out because I don't care about my brother's game. I'm only here so I can go to the mall. I really need new clothes. So many rips in my jeans that they are barely jeans anymore and my shirt is to short and small for me. There are also these really cool black high tops that I want.
"Wohoo! Go Jake! You can do it!" My parents kept screaming over and over again. "Mom, Dad stop embarrassing me. Quiet down." "Honey we are just trying to help out your brother." Mom said back to me. I looked up from my phone and the first thing I saw was that a guy on Jake's team hit the ball in the air. Wait it's coming towards me! It was too late. Smack!
(While Becca is pasted out)
"Oh No! Honey, My Baby! Someone Help Her!" Mom screamed nervously. Everyone on the field was in shock. Friends of my parents came over to help me. "Sweetheart calm down, everything will be alright." My dad said. "Anyone a doctor or nurse around here. What if she has a concussion? Oh My God! Lets get her to a hospital!" Mom was spazzing out. "I'll get her. Jake I"m taking your sister to the hospital go home with Chad!" Dad screamed. "Hurry up honey!" Mom exclaimed.
