When I finally arrive at the baseball field, it's four forty in the afternoon. I lift up the mat in front of the dug out and grab the key that lies underneath.
After unlocking the gate, I walk to the back. I count each locker in the rows and rows of them until I find the one that is mine. I open it and grab my lucky baseball mitt out. Turning to the right, I pick a dark blue baseball helmet and place it on my head, the comforting heavy feeling sinking in. I choose a metal baseball bat off of the racks and shuffle to the gate with my gear before parading to the batting cages to warm up.
After setting up, I grip my bat tightly as I square my body to the ground, my knees bent. I hear the famous KACHUNK sound of the automatic pitcher loading up the baseball. Suddenly, a ball comes sailing toward me. Focusing entirely on it, I swing my bat and hit the baseball with accuracy and ease. I repeat these steps until I feel light and loosened up. Ahhh... now for the field.
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The Golden Boy (COMPLETED)
Teen FictionHudson Burke is often referred to as the Golden Boy. He is a straight-A student, an amazing baseball player, polite, attractive, and his family is very wealthy. He gets everything he wants, no questions asked. But when Hudson's family moves to a...
