PART 1-------------------------------------------------
The sun was rising the birds singing. "It's Saturday!" I whispered reverentially. I threw off the covers and made a break for the kitchen. Running down stairs is not the safest of hobbies but it always gets my blood pumping like a hot cup of joe, which I am currently too young to drink. The captain was calling my name. He usually does this time of day. I had to answer the call.
CRUNCH!
"Mmm. Cap'n your delicious!"
"So what are you doing today Chris?" said Mom.
"I'm going to go to the park after some cartoons." said the boy. With a mouth full.
"Thats fine but dont forget to chew."
PART 2-----------------------------------------------
The park is about 5 blocks from my house. A ragged old baseball field that all the kids in my neighborhood go to in times of good weather. Upon my approach I saw from a distance two teams locked in mortal baseball combat. It wasn't the usual crowd but I was certain an extra player would be well recieved. When they saw me the game stopped immediately. As they stared my confidence shook within me but I put on my friendliest face and walked up to contribute my skills.
"Hey can I join?"
The oldest who was known for his lack of emotion answered first.
"No you can't."
My heart wrenched inside me.
"What?"
He turned again to finish the job.
"We dont need you. Loser."
My hopes were turning to ash with every word. My face began to distort. Voice started to crack.
"Im pretty good guys. I can just sub."
Never show an enemy weakness. Weakness is like blood to a shark. Frenzying.
"Your ugly, poor and stupid." And then with spite in his eye he said. "Leave your ball."
"No its mine!" I retorted.
PART 3-----------------------------------------------
They advanced on me with their baseball bats in hand. I turned to run away, but a rock tripped me and my face landed on the dusty ground. I rolled over to find the lead boy towering above me. His eyes pierced with insecurity and instinct. Before i could scream they tore my ball and glove from my hands. Then they threw the ball as far as they could never planning on retrieving it. With my glove they beat me in the face until the skin pulsed red. Blood began to drip from my nose, tears streamed to water the dirt.
I had brought my own ball and glove that day but before i left they had stripped me of both, not to mention my pride.
We are all innocent until someone feels otherwise.
