A girl who is the granddaughter of a famous baseball player finds/meets a group of kids that play baseball. She plays with them when something happens that gets them all in a pickle...
Benny had told me that we were basically just having a sleepover in Timmy and Tommy Timmons house.
He told me to bring my sleeping bag and to wear pajamas.
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(You'll wear this to bed like half the time bc I'm lazy.)
My black sleeping bag was in a carrier and I climbed up the ladder and walked in the tree house.
"Damn this will be weird being the only girl." I said throwing my sleeping bag off to the corner of the tree house and I sat down and looked at the s'mores on the table.
The boys chuckled at my comment and ham offered me a s'more I accepted and I took my snore and I ate a bite.
"Mmmm I haven't had one of these since I don't know 4-5 years ago." I said
Everyone spooked at me shocked.
"You kidding." Yeah-yeah said.
"Nope I lived in New York and we didn't have this there. I'm so glad to be here it's so much better than New York." I stated swallowing.
The door opened and smalls came in and sat down in front of ham saying.
"Hey guys sorry I'm late my mom made me put on my jacket and then she made me do the dishes." Smalls said sitting down fully.
"Hey you wanna s'more?" Ham asked smalls.
"Some more what?" Smalls asked.
"No,no,no you wanna S'more?" He asked referring to the food/ingredients on the table for s'mores.
"I haven't had anything yet so how can I have some more of nothing." Smalls said.
"You're Killing Me Smalls!" Ham said. "These are s'more's stuff" he said referring to the table that had the gram crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate on it and also had a candle to roast the marshmallows on. "Okay, pay attention..." he had went on but I walked away and sat next to Benny.
"Hey." I said sitting down.
"Hey." He said looking at me.
"It's kinda weird." I stated chuckling.
"What is kinda weird." Benny asked.
"Being the only girl in a tree house full of nine other boys." She stated looking around.
"I think it's fine. As long as they leave you alone." He said smirking.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Your mind. And only mine, love" he stated.
I felt my cheeks so red and I looked away.
"Okay quiet you guys." Squints said and everyone kept talking. "Quiet! Are you tryin to wake it up?" He said. "It just went to bed."
Everyone got quiet then...
"What just went to bed?" Smalls asked.
Everyone shushed him and some told him the beast.
"Oh yeah!" He exclaimed remembering about the beast.
We all shushed him again and we looked at squints who held the flashlight at the bottom of his face. Trying to look scary.
"Now quiet." Squints said. "The legend of the beast goes back a long time." He started. "Before any of us could even pick up a baseball." He said
"No shit we were not alive." I said to Benny and he chuckled and looked back to squints.
"Back to a place called Myrtle acres" he started. "It all started about...20 years ago when beast kept stealing junk from Myles acres junkyard so Mr Myrtle, the guy that used own the place, got him this new pup from the dog pound. Fed him whole sized beef turned the pup loose in the junkyard. And the pup was grateful. And so. In a few weeks the pup grew into the beast and he grew big and he grew mean.. so that he could protect the junkyard with only one thing on his mind. To kill everyone that broke in. And he did! And he liked it... a lot. The beast was the most perfect junkyard dog. A true killing machine. But after a while the cops started getting phone calls from people... reporting all the missing thieves. The ones the beast had killed. It added up to about 120... 173 guys. It's true. They never found a single body. Not one. Some people say they got away. But we all know what really happened. The beast ate them. He ate them bone and all. The beast was too good at his guard dog job, so the police said he had to be retired. My grandpa, Squidman Palledorous, was the chef of police back then. He ordered Mr. Mertle to turn is backyard into a fortress. And chain up the beast. And put him under the house. Where he could never get out to eat children and stuff. And that's where he's been for 20 years. And that's where he'll be for the rest of his life. Because Mr. Mertle asked the cops how long he had to keep the beast chained up like a slave, they said untill forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. And so the beast sits there under that lean-to dreaming of the time when he can break the chain and get out, dreaming of the time he can chase and kill again." He finished his story.
"See man that's why you can't go over there nobody ever has nobody ever will." Bertram said.
"One kid did, but nobody ever seen him again." Ham said.
"That ain't true." Kenny said.
"Yeah, it is. He got eaten." Ham argued.
"Nuh-uh." Smalls said moving his sleeping bag to the side. "No. None of that's true. You guys are just making this up to scare me." Smalls said not believing what we told him.
"Oh yeah?" Squints said. "Stick your head out that window and look down."
Smalls looked then he soon screamed and looked back at us.
"He's down there." Smalls said.
"Yeah no shit." I said.
"You bet he is." Squints said.
"Whatever goes over that fence stays there" ham said taking a deep breath.
"Becomes property of the beast." Squints said. "Forever." He said.
The next morning I woke up before the boys and I then walked home. I didn't bring extra clothes because there was no way I was going to change in front of them.
I walked home and snuck in through my bedroom window and I got changed...
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I didn't wear my hat because I was in a little bit of a hurry I didn't tell anyone that I came here.
