The Legend of Summer "Dash" McClennan.

Prolouge.

"Dash! Get your butt up! I found a place we can play ball in!"

My younger brother, P.J., shook me awake. I groaned. He had said the same exact words yesterday and these snotty kids began to hit on me.

P.J. and I were the new kids in town. Just two kids and their dad from Florida.

"It's not like the last one though. It's a Sandlot! I saw a couple kids hang around it, but it was empty this morning." He argued, making me open one eye.

He let out a cheeky grin and helped me sit up in my bed. His eyes began to grow as wide as saucers, his hands clasped together, and his bottom lip started to tremble. I took a glance and automatically wanted to say yes.

"Oh please, Dash! I promise nothing will happen! Please, plase, pleaseeee."

I took one last look at him and sighed. I gave into it. Kid's damn good at that face.

"Fine, fine, fine. Be that way. Give me five minutes."

I changed into some running shorts and a long sleeve. I pulled my brunette hair into a quick ponytail. I quickly slipped on my red Converse and ran to get an apple in the kitchen.

"Where are you guys exploring today?" Dad asked, making some coffee.

P.J. explained the whole Sandlot thing to him. He droned on and on about how excited he was to actually play some ball.

"Your uncle Yeah-Yeah used to play on the same Sandlot you guys are going to. He says it's very special. Now don't get into any fights." Dad smiled, pouring his coffee.

"No promises, Daddy-O," I winked and kissed him on the cheek, then sprinted out the door with P.J.

We quickly arrived at the Sandlot. It was a fair decent field. The dugout, which I assumed was home team's, was pretty snazzy.

"Pitch me some heat, P.J. I need to break in my new glove." I said, pounding my fist into my glove.

His eyes lit up like a candle and ran to the mound. I laughed and jogged to the plate. I brushed it off and began painting the corners with his fastball.

"Can I hit you some? I really want to see if I can hit a ball to a certain place on command."

He shot me a cute, childish smile and began to hit me grounders at second. We did that for a bit, until my brother decided he wanted to do defense.

"Can you hit some pop flies to me, Dash? I need some work."

"Sure!" I smiled and began to hit to him. I kept swinging out of my shoes to get the ball to him in center field. It was a while until something just had to end our day.

"This is gonna be a good one, bro! I promise you," I said all cocky.

I tossed it in the air and hit it as hard as I could. He got under it and caught it. He look at it and stared.

"What?" I yelled, dropping the bat.

I ran to him, but before I got there, I almost tripped on something. I looked down and saw the guts of a baseball. My jaw dropped as P.J. ran to me. He picked up the guts and held out the outside of the baseball. We looked at each other in disbelief.

"Bitchin'," We said unison, like Uncle Yeah-Yeah and Uncle Ham would say.

"Whoa," Someone said from behind us. I heard some shut ups and shhh's from behind us too. I turned and saw two pairs of eyes behind the fence of the dugout, staring at my brother and I. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.