The Dream
(before you read this I want you to know this story isn't finished)
Chapter 1
It was the bottom of the ninth, with two outs, the bases loaded, and the game was tied. It was definitely crunch time. I stared back at the pitcher, trying to intimidate him but that was challenging, considering the fact that he was 6’ 2” and probably over 150 pounds. And I’m 4’ 8” and 81 pounds. I bet you he’s not even 12. I took a deep breath and got ready for the pitcher to deliver the first pitch of the count.
My teammates on the bases cheered me on, Phillip Colter (my best friend) was on first, after getting walked, Stevie Smith was on second, after hitting an infield single, and Jarvis Lore was on third from another walk.
The first pitch came in low and inside. I had to move out of the way or else I would’ve been hit. I hit the dirt off my cleats with my metal bat and try to concentrate on the pitcher. But I could smell the sweet smell of Roasted Peanuts coming from the “Snack Shack”.
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I took another deep breath and stared the pitcher straight into the eyes.The next pitch the pitcher threw was again low inside, and again I had to dodge the ball. I saw the pitcher smirk while he was getting ready to throw the 2-0 pitch.
The pitch came in and I knew right away that I was going to swing, I took a huge cut and missed. The other team quickly relaxed, knowing that I was probably going to strikeout. Phillip encouraged me. I lost the confidence I had before as quick as it had came.
The pitcher looking confident, delivered the 4th pitch of the at-bat, again the pitch looking good enough to swing at, I swung and missed it by a mile. The other team, not as tight, started to cheer on their pitcher.
The intimidating pitcher took his time to throw the next pitch of the at-bat. The pitch came low and in the dirt, his teammates cheered him on and encouraged him to not lose me now. The pitcher looked around and scuffed up the mound with his cleat.
The Pitcher slowed the pitch down to get it into the strike-zone and that's when I attacked the pitch. I crushed the ball into the Left-Center gap. The pitcher slammed down his glove in disgust. My teammates were so excited and crazy.
I looked up into the bleachers to see if my parents were there, but I didn’t see them, so I knew they were probably at the hospital with my brother. My brother Stuart has a strange and unknown disease that the doctor's aren’t sure how to treat. He's only nine and he has a spunky attitude and is always ready to play. Learning that Stuart could die was a big blow for my family. We missed seeing that contagious smile and that happy attitude. My parents, right now, are more concerned with him than me right now, but i'm not going to complain about that. We are all nervous about my brother because the doctor isn’t sure how long Stuart can live without treatment. I love my Mom and Dad, but sometimes they are preoccupied with Stuart that they forget about me. One time they left me at the baseball field after one of my baseball practices. I stood in the pouring rain for a few hours until they came. After my game I was driven to The Ice-Cream- Palace where my team and I celebrated our hard-earned victory. It's hard to celebrate when your brother has an unknown disease and has a good chance of dying. I waited for my parents to come and pick me up from the Ice Cream Place but they never came. I was driven home by my friends parents. My Mom sat at the Dining Table with an emotionless look in her eyes. I walked over to her to try to cheer her up. "So what's going on mom," I asked her. She took a while to respond
“Honey, I have to tell you something, the doctors informed us we are going to have to move to a foreign country for treatment for Stuart’s disease.” “Which Country?” I asked her. “ Indonesia,” she replied back. “In-do-what,” I asked. “In-do-ne-sia” I was shocked and a little angry at my parents, what about me I wondered what am I going to do in Indonesia. I tried to keep my cool and not make my Mom even more depressed. “ Well, when are we going to Indonesia,” I asked her quietly. “Today”
It for sure wasn’t a party at my house. My house was filled with a cloud of gloom from my brothers unknown disease. My Dad didn’t ask about my game. He just sat there eating leftovers, looking depressed and scared. I went to bed early that night, I couldn’t stand all the depression and gloom.
I woke up next morning to the sound of my parents arguing, “What do you mean we have to move for special treatment.” my Dad replied back
“That’s what the doctor said and i'm pretty sure he’s smarter in this area than you.” my Mom said
“But Indonesia that is thousands of miles away.”
“What about Honus.” I couldn’t take the arguing. I stuffed my pillow over my head to drown out the sound of my parents arguing.
I woke up again around ten and it sounded like my parents arguing had come to an end. I quietly crept out of my bedroom and down the hall. I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table eating a bagel. I sat down next to her in the broken seat that wobbles. “Hey, honey. How was your game yesterday?” she asked me. I tried not to sound to happy, but that was hard to when I described to her my awesome walk-off hit. She rubbed my brown hair and told me she was so proud of me but I could tell in her eyes she was still depressed. “So where’s Dad?” I asked my mom. I helped myself to a bagel and buttered it. “Oh, he’s at the hospital with Stuart.” "Ok" I replied back. "You better start packing." my Mom told me.
Chapter 2
I raced to my room with tears in my eyes and punched my pillow with frustration. “Why did I have to go to Indo-whatever.” All my friends and my teammates, will I ever see them again. After a while, my Mom came into my room. “I'm so sorry honey, it was such late notice and you couldn’t have expected this.” She tried to comfort me telling me we would come back to visit. But I wondered would we actually come to visit. I moped around the rest of the day, until she told me we had to pack again. I dragged out a dark blue suitcase from my closet. I had to wipe the dust off of it because I haven’t used it in so long. I started to collect my items like my baseball bat and glove, but my Mom stopped me right there. “You can’t bring your baseball gear with you Honus,” my mom told me. “Why, I asked my mom.” “ Its took much weight for the plane, I'm sorry honey” she replied back.’ I couldn’t believe it, that's my life, that's my dream. To be continued
(before you read this I want you to know this story isn't finished)
Chapter 1
It was the bottom of the ninth, with two outs, the bases loaded, and the game was tied. It was definitely crunch time. I stared back at the pitcher, trying to intimidate him but that was challenging, considering the fact that he was 6’ 2” and probably over 150 pounds. And I’m 4’ 8” and 81 pounds. I bet you he’s not even 12. I took a deep breath and got ready for the pitcher to deliver the first pitch of the count.
My teammates on the bases cheered me on, Phillip Colter (my best friend) was on first, after getting walked, Stevie Smith was on second, after hitting an infield single, and Jarvis Lore was on third from another walk.
The first pitch came in low and inside. I had to move out of the way or else I would’ve been hit. I hit the dirt off my cleats with my metal bat and try to concentrate on the pitcher. But I could smell the sweet smell of Roasted Peanuts coming from the “Snack Shack”.
.
I took another deep breath and stared the pitcher straight into the eyes.The next pitch the pitcher threw was again low inside, and again I had to dodge the ball. I saw the pitcher smirk while he was getting ready to throw the 2-0 pitch.
The pitch came in and I knew right away that I was going to swing, I took a huge cut and missed. The other team quickly relaxed, knowing that I was probably going to strikeout. Phillip encouraged me. I lost the confidence I had before as quick as it had came.
The pitcher looking confident, delivered the 4th pitch of the at-bat, again the pitch looking good enough to swing at, I swung and missed it by a mile. The other team, not as tight, started to cheer on their pitcher.
The intimidating pitcher took his time to throw the next pitch of the at-bat. The pitch came low and in the dirt, his teammates cheered him on and encouraged him to not lose me now. The pitcher looked around and scuffed up the mound with his cleat.
The Pitcher slowed the pitch down to get it into the strike-zone and that's when I attacked the pitch. I crushed the ball into the Left-Center gap. The pitcher slammed down his glove in disgust. My teammates were so excited and crazy.
I looked up into the bleachers to see if my parents were there, but I didn’t see them, so I knew they were probably at the hospital with my brother. My brother Stuart has a strange and unknown disease that the doctor's aren’t sure how to treat. He's only nine and he has a spunky attitude and is always ready to play. Learning that Stuart could die was a big blow for my family. We missed seeing that contagious smile and that happy attitude. My parents, right now, are more concerned with him than me right now, but i'm not going to complain about that. We are all nervous about my brother because the doctor isn’t sure how long Stuart can live without treatment. I love my Mom and Dad, but sometimes they are preoccupied with Stuart that they forget about me. One time they left me at the baseball field after one of my baseball practices. I stood in the pouring rain for a few hours until they came. After my game I was driven to The Ice-Cream- Palace where my team and I celebrated our hard-earned victory. It's hard to celebrate when your brother has an unknown disease and has a good chance of dying. I waited for my parents to come and pick me up from the Ice Cream Place but they never came. I was driven home by my friends parents. My Mom sat at the Dining Table with an emotionless look in her eyes. I walked over to her to try to cheer her up. "So what's going on mom," I asked her. She took a while to respond
“Honey, I have to tell you something, the doctors informed us we are going to have to move to a foreign country for treatment for Stuart’s disease.” “Which Country?” I asked her. “ Indonesia,” she replied back. “In-do-what,” I asked. “In-do-ne-sia” I was shocked and a little angry at my parents, what about me I wondered what am I going to do in Indonesia. I tried to keep my cool and not make my Mom even more depressed. “ Well, when are we going to Indonesia,” I asked her quietly. “Today”
It for sure wasn’t a party at my house. My house was filled with a cloud of gloom from my brothers unknown disease. My Dad didn’t ask about my game. He just sat there eating leftovers, looking depressed and scared. I went to bed early that night, I couldn’t stand all the depression and gloom.
I woke up next morning to the sound of my parents arguing, “What do you mean we have to move for special treatment.” my Dad replied back
“That’s what the doctor said and i'm pretty sure he’s smarter in this area than you.” my Mom said
“But Indonesia that is thousands of miles away.”
“What about Honus.” I couldn’t take the arguing. I stuffed my pillow over my head to drown out the sound of my parents arguing.
I woke up again around ten and it sounded like my parents arguing had come to an end. I quietly crept out of my bedroom and down the hall. I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table eating a bagel. I sat down next to her in the broken seat that wobbles. “Hey, honey. How was your game yesterday?” she asked me. I tried not to sound to happy, but that was hard to when I described to her my awesome walk-off hit. She rubbed my brown hair and told me she was so proud of me but I could tell in her eyes she was still depressed. “So where’s Dad?” I asked my mom. I helped myself to a bagel and buttered it. “Oh, he’s at the hospital with Stuart.” "Ok" I replied back. "You better start packing." my Mom told me.
Chapter 2
I raced to my room with tears in my eyes and punched my pillow with frustration. “Why did I have to go to Indo-whatever.” All my friends and my teammates, will I ever see them again. After a while, my Mom came into my room. “I'm so sorry honey, it was such late notice and you couldn’t have expected this.” She tried to comfort me telling me we would come back to visit. But I wondered would we actually come to visit. I moped around the rest of the day, until she told me we had to pack again. I dragged out a dark blue suitcase from my closet. I had to wipe the dust off of it because I haven’t used it in so long. I started to collect my items like my baseball bat and glove, but my Mom stopped me right there. “You can’t bring your baseball gear with you Honus,” my mom told me. “Why, I asked my mom.” “ Its took much weight for the plane, I'm sorry honey” she replied back.’ I couldn’t believe it, that's my life, that's my dream. To be continued