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Everyone looked to see who it was. The girl who picked it up was not someone they knew at all. "Here you go." She tossed the ball to yeah-yeah who caught it. "Can my brother play with you?" A ten-year-old boy was by her side. Their dark curly hair matched so anyone could tell they're siblings. She wore some jeans, a white shirt, and black converse. Her brother wore overalls and a redshirt. Brown shoes poking out from the bottom of the overalls. "We're kind of full, sorry!" Ham called out to her. "But thanks for the ball."

Her brother seemed disappointed since he's watched them play since the beginning of summer but nodded. "It's alright." He spoke softly and tried to pull his sister to go back home. She didn't move and looked at everyone. "Well, I'm sure you can rotate him in right? I'm not sure how baseball works."

"Is he any good?" She has no idea who it was who asked but replied with a yes. Someone around her height if not taller walked forward towards her and her brother. "The best I know." The boy who is now in front of them holds his hand out. "We'll see how he is, and if he's good then we'll try to rotate him in every day. I'm Benny." She shakes his hand, "I'm Madilyn and this is Parker." Parker did a little wave towards Benny. Everyone groaned and started to go to their spots. "Bennyyy! We're going to melt into our shoes if we don't get something to drink. HURRY UP."