A Sandlot Summer (A Sandlot Fic)

~Chapter 6~

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       A few days after the camp out, I woke up feeling...off. I opened my eyes and immediately wished I hadn't. I rolled onto my side as a dull but sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. I curled into a ball to try to alleviate some of the pain with little success. I laid there for a few minutes before there was a knock at my door.

       "Eliza, are you up? We're going to be late."

       'Ugh, Scotty, leave me alone. Can't you see I'm dying here?' I thought as I buried my head further into my pillow.

       Another knock. "Eliza?"

      Groaning, I resigned myself to my fate and sat up. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I called out to my brother.

       I heard his retreating footsteps as I got out of bed. I quickly got changed and used the bathroom before heading into the kitchen to grab some toast and a glass of milk. I put my head down on the counter as I waited for the toast to pop out of the toaster, hoping that if I ate something the ache in my stomach would go away.

       'POP!'

       My head flew up at the noise as the toaster startled me. I grabbed the toast and my glass of milk and sat down at the table. Scotty was just finishing up his breakfast and was looking at me funnily.

       "Are you okay?" Scotty asked.

       "Fine." I said, taking a bite of my dry toast.

       "'Cause you normally have more than just toast for breakfast." He said. "You're not sick, are you?"

       "I said I'm fine, Scott!" I exclaimed. I immediately felt bad. I only called Scotty 'Scott' when I was mad at him. But I wasn't mad at him. I don't know why I called him that. "Sorry." I apologized.

       "It's okay." Scotty said. "Are you ready to go?"

       "Yeah." I replied, taking one last sip of my milk. I put my plate and cup in the sink, not feeling like washing them.

       We called out to our mom as we left, promising to be home for dinner. Scotty chattered on, unaware of my discomfort. I listened to him half-heartedly, kind of starting to wish I had stayed in bed. As we walked, though, I felt my lower abdomen ache start to fade a bit. I sighed in relief. It was really starting to get on my nerves.

       As we got to the Sandlot, all the boys were already there. I walked past them all, nodding in 'hello' and into the dugout. I sat down on the bench and picked up my book from underneath it. I tried to read for a few minutes but I just couldn't focus on the words. 'What is wrong with me today?' I thought.

       "Play ball!"

       I heard Ham call out. Deciding that I wasn't going to get much reading done, I put my book down and focused on the guys instead. The dull ache was back but I did my best to ignore it.

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       It was a few hours later at the Sandlot and I still wasn't feeling right. My lower abdomen was aching like crazy and I was starting to get a headache too. I put my feet up on the dugout bench, wrapped my arms around my stomach and leaned my head back against the side of the dugout, shutting my eyes. I spent the next few minutes listening to the guys play while mentally willing the bad feelings to go away. 'I really hope I'm not getting sick.' I thought.

      "Eliza! We need you for an alterna- hey, are you okay?"

       I opened my eyes to see Benny staring at me with a concerned look. If I didn't feel so bad I probably would have blushed. I put my feet on the ground and unwound my arms from my waist. "I'm fine." I stood up carefully and put on a fake cheery face. "Where do you need me?"