Brooklyn Sebasty

A.L. Riddle

Sean King

English

Bill stepped up to the plate. He clenched his little slugger in his hands. “Go Bill!” he heard, while his heart pumped loudly.

Was his grandfather watching? He couldn't turn to see.
THUMP. 
"Steee-rike one!" 
"Focus on the game, idiot," he muttered, shifting his feet.

He breathed deep, thinking “focus on the now!” The smell of hot dogs and popcorn filled his nostrils. The sound of the crowd dimmed and the pitcher went into slow motion. He swung and connected to the ball with and echoing crack. It was a high fly, and he made it to first base.

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