It's time to step up to the plate. Heat raises me. Wind cools me. The wooden bat felt the same as any other day, an extension of my arm. The cheers only served to make me nervous. My stance is taken. The pitcher spins his arm as he throws a curve ball. "Keep your eye on the ball" The bat vibrates as the ball makes contact with the bat and sends it flying. Cheers fly out of the crowd. I ran. To first, second, third,...HOME! The days hard work paid off as we won.
"Play ball~" And it has began.
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Short stories
RandomHere is a little short stories that I created. This includes everything. From bxb to gxb. Also, little things done by me. Please enjoy...
