In Florida, the boys will always play baseball at the Sandlot. Of course they won't let me or any girls on that field. If you were on their turf, then they are going to throw you out that Sandlot like a thrown, crushed plastic Solo cup.
I never went on it ever.
Should I just leave?
I decide to hide behind a fence. That fence can let you see more of the Sandlot. It's just dirt. And of course, the 9 boys. It looks like an old, abandoned baseball field that looks like it should be used for a school little league.
"Yeah, Yeah! To me!" The guy with brown hair and the most extremely, cute blue eyes throw it to a somewhat short kid with glasses.
"Ok, guys, remember, Vincent's and we'll go to the Sandlot."
"Bye, Benny." The 8 kids said to who has to be Benny.
They all walked out not even looking in my direction. Oh gosh. I feel this feeling in my nose. Try to make it silent.
The feeling in my nose is gone and now, I think I made it loud. Two of the boys look at me confused. One of the boys went away.
The other has the bluish eyes in the world. He came up to me.
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Home Run (Sandlot Fanfiction)
FanfictionMeet Daisey. Daisey is a new girl who moved from Flordia to Utah. She hadn't made friends yet. She discovered the Sandlot after school. She saw 9 kids playing baseball. She walks by everyday after and the 9 boys are doing the same thing. Same positi...
