Brooke walks up to the mound. The dust kicks up at her feet. It's the end of the fourth, and if she doesn't throw the strike, they lose. The cheering parents in the crowd go silent. She takes a deep breath, looks around, and the only person she wants there continues to cheer, Tyler. All her teammates take a deep breath as Brooke goes for the pitch.
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The Pitch
Teen FictionBrooke is up to the plate ready to throw a strike, when she catches the eye of him. The only boy that has ever mattered. She is hopelessly in love with him, and the game.
