Stealing Home

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*Crack* Melissa's bat collided with the neon yellow ball that was hurtling toward the catcher. She hit the inside pitch hard into the dirt, right between shortstop and third base. The tall shortstop dove in the direction the ball was heading, it hopped once before it reached her dirt covered glove. She scrambled her knees, and threw the ball toward first base as quickly as she could. As she fielded the ball, Melissa sprinted through first reaching it just a second before the ball smacked into the first base man's glove.

"Safe!" Shouted the umpire.

"Yes!!" My entire team and I jumped up and down screaming. We hadn't won yet but, we had the bases loaded, there were two outs, and we were down by two.

I pulled on my helmet, taking in deep breaths, I grabbed my bat and walked up to the batting box. I put my right foot in back of the box, and turned my head to look at coach. He tapped his nose, his ear, and then double tapped his left wrist. I gave him a quick nod. No sign.

I looked at my hands on the handle, and spun the bat in them before raising it above my shoulder and stepping into the box, i turned my attention to the pitcher. Stacey was on second base, I quickly shifted my focus to her as she got ready to take her lead; she flashed a two with her hand. Inside. Once the pitcher put her hand into her glove, I immediately returned my focus to her, she whipped her arm in a circle and snapped her wrist at her waist. The ball was inside but low, I watched it.

"Strike." Called the umpire.

I normally don't swing at the first pitch, it's always been a bad habit, but helps me with my timing.

The next pitch was high and inside I fouled it off over the back stop. The next one was outside, I fouled it off toward my team's dugout. Amilynn screamed as the ball hit the fence right in front of where she was standing. I couldn't help but to laugh. I turned back to my coach he took his pointer and slid it up his forearm, then proceeded to do a bunch if other non-sense signals. I repositioned my self in the batter's box smoothing the sand out with my cleat.

I stood in the box waiting for her pitch, prepared for a change-up. As she released the ball I triggered back and started my swing, being careful to keep my swing level and to not drop my shoulder. As I made contact with the ball, I continued pushing my hips through and finished my swing, dropping the bat to the red dirt. I started Sprinting up the lane, I looked up to my first base coach, she was pointing to second and rotating her hand in a circle, I started rounding the base to continue running to second. I caught a glimpse of the ball, I had just hit seconds ago, fly over the fence. Grand slam. I was excited to get my first ever home run, let alone have it be a grand slam. I continued my run to home plate where my entire team was waiting, I jumped and landed on home plate with two feet, getting immersed in hugs and congratulations.

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                2 hours later

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After the game We went and checked into our hotel rooms. Stacey, Carmen, and I were sharing a room, and may I add it was huge. It had three separate bedrooms, a living room and a kitchenett, it also had a balcony that looked directly towards the beautiful Pacific Ocean. The balcony was joined with the room, I guess you could call is a suite actually, next to us. We haven't met our next door neighbors yet, maybe we won't have any.

Back at the hotel we all decided to go to an under 21 club, or should I say they all decided; I didn't want to go.

"Come on, Molly, just wear a dress or a skirt, something nice," Melissa begged.