When Dust Flies [a Sandlot Fanfiction]

Moving On

The next morning, I woke up to loud bangs in the kitchen. I stood up and stretched, then made my way into the kitchen. My mom was scurrying around the kitchen, grabbing her mug of coffee, then a muffin, knocking over pots from the counter with her brief case. "Mom, I'm gonna take a wild guess, and say you're late for work," I said as she accidentally smacked me with her hard brief case. I scoffed as she said breathlessly out the door, "Love you sweetie, bye!" I raised an eyebrow as she zoomed out of the driveway in her mint green Cadillac. "Yeah, love you too," I said sarcastically then laughed.

I looked at the clock. Crap! It was 10:00 am. The guys have already started playing ball down at the sandlot. I raced to my room and changed into some jean shorts that cuffed just before my knees, a baseball shirt with yellow sleeves, and, of course, my PF Flyers. I snatched up my mitt and bolted to the sandlot, only to find that none of the guys were there. It was completely deserted. I shrugged. "Huh," I said to myself.

I walked down to the place behind the small shop where we usually hang out, and they weren't there either. I decided to walk down to Smalls' house and see if his parents knew where he and the guys were. I hopped up the small steps to their porch and knocked on the door. Mrs. Smalls smiled and greeted me. "Hi, do you know where Scotty might be? I can't find him or the others anywhere," I said. I decided to call him by his real name in front of his mom. She shook her head. "No, he didn't say where he was going before he left," she said. I sighed and thanked her. I decided to just buy a cola and sit under the dugout until the guys came back. If they came back.