Try Again (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 6: MTFU

I know I more than fucked up
Now I feel stupid
Why would I do this?...

:6LACK

RICO

The bat hit the ball with a loud clang. I dropped it and began to run. Everything was tuned out. I couldn't hear my coach yelling. I couldn't hear Terrence screaming for the ball. I couldn't hear my teammates arguing over who would pitch. The world was silent.

My silence was soon interrupted by a scream. It pierced my ears. I felt myself getting weak as I fell to the ground. The scream never stopped.

"Roberts! Give me some water"I heard coach yell.

I opened my eyes and saw a few people standing over me. I quickly sat up, but it only caused a headache. The field was spinning around me.

"Take a break boys! Be back on this field in 10 minutes!"

Everyone scurried off. Coach handed me the bottle of water. I took a sip from it.

"You alright Roberts?"

I nodded my head slowly, "Just got a little lost sir."

"I've been really easy on you lately, but it's time I address this."

"Coach I al-"

"Ever since Jordan passed you haven't been acting like yourself. You don't listen to me, or your teammates. You leave right after practice without getting dinner. You don't speak to anyone but Terrence."

"I come here to play baseball not to eat dinner."

"Baseball is more than a sport Roberts, and you know that. You held this team together last year, and now it's like we're holding you together. You're head isn't in the game."

"Coach I scored three home runs last game. I made three people strike out the first inning. There's no way my head isn't in the game."

"It's more to the game than winning. You can score thirty fucking home runs, and I wouldn't care. You're apart of a team who needs you. We need you to get your act together, or get out."

I stood up and dusted myself off, "Then I guess I'll leave."

"Go home and get some rest. I'll see yo-"

"I fucking quit this bullshit,"I mumbled.

I slid my jersey off and threw it on the ground. Coach watched in awe. I started my way to the locker room, but he caught my shoulder.

"You don't want to do this Roberts. Scouts are coming this week."

I pushed him off of me and began my way back to the locker room. My teammates watched as I threw everything in my locker into my bag. They didn't say anything though.

Once I got all of my things I left out of the locker room. I hated baseball anyways. I was forced to play at a young age, and I never quit. Now since the only person I played for is gone, it was my time to find something else.

"Ricotta, practice doesn't end fa anotha forty-five minutes."

I turned to my left and saw Amarah sitting on the bench outside. I chuckled. She waited for me everyday this week. I always take her out to eat after practice.