1980's / mattia polibio

.11

I wake up to my bright room filled with sunshine beaming in my face. New day new game. I hopped up out of bed to get ready for another day at the sandlot. I threw on a baggy red t-shirt and some dark blue jeans. I slipped on my red converse and was heading downstairs when I overheard my parents saying my name. They were in the kitchen and were almost whispering. The look of seriousness of both faces was enough to worry me. I stood at the edge of the staircase enough to see them but not enough for them to see me.
"I'm all in but you have to talk to her about it" spat my mom.
"How am I supposed to tell her we are moving after she's finally made friends and is happy" my father said worried.
I've heard enough. I quietly shuffled my wait to the top of the stairs and wiped the tears that were about to fall on my face. I put on a smile and strutted down the stairs so they knew I was coming. As i reaches the bottom of the stairs they changed positions and facial expressions. They both were smiling and on their way to say good morning.
"Hey there sweety we left some pancakes and bacon up there for you" my mom cheered and kissed me on the cheek.
I decided to act like I hadn't heard a word and moved towards the table. I was still shaken and felt like crying so I quickly grabbed an apple along with a single piece of bacon. I hopped out the door while yelling goodbye. I cant believe this is happening. I wanted to fall on the ground and cry as soon as I stepped through the door but I knew I had to keep walking. If I fell and started to cry, I don't think I would stop and I'm 15 I can handle this. I don't know what I expected, I knew my dad always switched jobs and houses. I didn't want to but I was reminded why I never made friends in the first place. If I did I knew I would have to eventually leave them. My walk to the sandlot presumed while my feet dragged along the pavement. Once I got there I saw everybody playing. They all,except...ding ding Mattia waved and said good morning. If only he knew how much a simple hello would mean today. I walked to the field in my usual position and waited for the ball or my turn up at bat. After lazily throwing the ball in a few times, I was up to bat. Now usually this is the most exciting part, but I wasn't up for it.
The first ball was thrown and I swung not even looking at the ball. The swing was lazy and wobbly. At that point the boys knew something was wrong. I threw the bat on the floor with rage and headed to sit down in the sandlot. I dug my hands in my face and broke down crying, something that was not supposed to happen.