Emma's pov
It was the last field turn then we have the opportunity to bat last. I know this always sucks to bat last but we trained for this.
So as I stand behind third base to try and run with the runner on third. I follow the ball and the runner.
I was focusing on my breath. Breathing in and out slowly. Feeling the sweat kind of fall down my face. The sun was burning bright above me.
I traced my hand in my glove wiping away any old dirt away so I catch the ball fast if I need too.
The girl came up to bat and you could tell that her swing wasn't going to be that great because of her stance. Her hands were swung not the on at the ball and her hands were outside the box. Her left leg was curling weird and her right was straight.
I don't know what she was going but it was strange. She hit the ball but it came to me in a roll I tagged the runner on third I threw back to second because the runner on two who hit a double was running to third. Second caught it and threw to first. All three girls were out in one play.
My coach was all cheerful and practically screaming with joy. "Okay girls you know the drill" she said as we got into our team circle,"no matter what just focus on getting on base even if you have to b." She said. We all nodded and all three we said "hit run score we want more" then a weird noise after that.
B means bunt. No matter what think and run fam. Even if you have to Sike them out get on base. We all got in the dugout and the top three girls got their helmets on. We all watched the new pitcher roll up to the plate. She wasn't pitching good but they were playing her anyway. Bad choice.
The first two girls were hit so dead ball meaning they can walk to base. The third girl got out. First out. It was dustee then me. Dustee went up and she's a good hitter.
She was able to hit to the fence but so was I. She was sinking them out. She acted like she was gonna bunt then she fricken whacked the damn ball all the way into the outfield. The first two girl got home fine! She made it to second and stayed. I was up to bat and I could hear Johnson call my name.
I got in my stance after rolling my bat. I was trained all winter for this moment. I've worked hard all for this. My heart was slowly beating out of my chest. I breathed in then out very slowly nodding my head for her to start pitching. She threw a ball and I waited till the ball got back to the pitcher.
She pitched again and it was a strike. Everyone encouraged me even the other moms we are all a team which means family. A few balls were thrown. Then she threw a prefect in square. Everything was perfect. I did this beautiful swing and it collided with my bat making it go flying. I booked it to third. Dustee got home fine. I turned my head to run home right as the ball went flying past me and the catcher caught it. She stood in front of the home plate and my only option was to slide. My slide made her fall over knocking the ball out of her hands.
She fell in and odd way but she landed on my foot. She was a pretty heavy girl. Her hip bone met my clear and mine were only so they weren't well patted.
The next thing I know I heard this some sort of crack and a very painful shot of pain shot up my leg it mostly where she landed on my foot.
