When Dust Flies [a Sandlot Fanfiction]

Everythings Normal; It Seems.

The day was clear, warm, breezy. It was the first day of summer vacation. I shot out of bed and changed into my LA Dodgers tshirt, my light jeans cuffed at the bottom, and my old PF Flyers. My babies.

I flew down the hallway and snatched up my glove and a piece of toast that was sitting on the counter. "I'm off mom love you bye!" I yelled as I practically tore through the screening of the second door. It was exactly 9:30 when I stepped outside. I saw Ham and Benny walk out at the same time. I live in the house next to Benny's, so it's easy for us to meet up.

While walking barely five feet from our starting place, we noticed a Uhaul truck sitting by a house. "Why didn't I notice that?" I asked. "Yeah," Benny said. "I think it just got here." Ham snorted. "C'mom guys, we don't have all day!" "Yeah we do," I said and laughed. We reached the sandlot and based up.

Ham went up to bat first, and did the famous Babe Ruth pose, pointing to the center field. We all yelled at him. "Ham, stop, you're making me feel nauseous," Squints yelled and pushed his glasses up his nose.

Ham rolled his eyes and grunted. He got into batting position and furiously stared the ball down, which was in Kenny's hand. He wound up his arm and got ready to throw his heater, which never turned out good.