When Dust Flies [a Sandlot Fanfiction]

Back In The Game

I walked back outside and stood next to Benny. "Do you think the guys are playing at the sandlot?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure they are," he said.

We walked down to the sandlot and the guys were playing a low key game. They all yelled to greet us and we both quickly based up.

After a while, Benny was up to bat. Kenny wound up his arm for the Heater he was about to throw. Benny got ready to smack the life out of the ball.

When Kenny threw his Heater, it seemed to go in slow motion. Benny smacked the ball and it went flying. It was over my head, so I stuck my glove up.

Accept, when the ball hit my glove, it rolled off the side and hit me in the face with maximum power.

I fell backwards onto my butt and rolled over so my face was to the ground. All the guys ran to me, and Benny knelt beside me.

I had my hands covering my face as Benny was trying to get them off so he could see my face. I kept my hands and arms stiff because of the pain, so he couldn't get them off.

I was crying because it hurt so bad. I finally took my hands off my face, and I heard a few whispers. "Shit," Benny said quietly. My eye was black and it was bleeding on my cheekbone. He put his hand on my face and helped me up.

I leaned on him as we walked off the field and to my house. "You're aunt's gonna be pissed, since I technically hurt you," he said worriedly. I forced a painful smile. "Ill tell a different story, don't worry," I said weakly.