I posted this story on quizilla, then decided to post it here too. Since there aren't any Sandlot 3 fics.

The last day of school is over with and summer is just around the corner. So shouldn't I be happy? Tickled pink; a typical twelve year old would be, but then again I'm not your average kid.

Although my abnormality is not the issue, I think in some weird way it's how I got my salution.

It all began when my aunt Denise and Grandma told me we were moving. You see business hasn't been too good lately, so we're moving out of our hotel, The Ermalay, and moving out of the whole town.

They're selling it to Mr. Sinclair, an upper classmen in this town, who plans on turning the hotel into a mini mall. He's also the meanest guy in town. He hates children except for his own daughter,Lila the devil spawn. Plus he hates animals, just last year he ran over my cat, Rocky. He says it was an accident, but I know the truth.

Now Rocky is buried under my tree house. Which I will have to move now because the tree house is behind the hotel.

I'm so angry I can't even be near aunt Denise and Grandma. So I came over Austin's house. He's talking to himself or the TV. Wait he just said "jerk." It's definitely the TV.

We're watching one of those "behind the celebrity" programs. It's about Tommy Santorelli- the jerky baseball player. How do I know this? Well Austin is always shoving this baseball nonsense in my head. He talks about it all the time.

I'm barely paying any attention. Just eating my spray cheese.

"Na na na

na na na na

na na

na na na na na na na

na na na na"

Have you heard that song? It's really annoying, but I can't stop thinking of it!

The can of spray cheese stutters out it's last bit of cheese. "Austin I gotta go gett more cheese."

He grunts. The grunt that all men do. It say "Not now, woman! I'm watchin' TV."

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"You want a bag with that?" The cashier asked refering to my three cans of spray cheese.

"Uh huh." I replied. The cashier switched his toothpick from the left corner of his mouth to the right in one swift move. The left corner rose into a sideways smirk.

"You know all that cheese ain't good for ya." He says handing me the bag.

"Uh huh." I walked out of the store. I'm addicted to processed cheese and I'm not ashamed of it.

I snapped the cap off of one of the cans, and sprayed a big glob of cheese into my mouth. After I was done I sprayed more cheese. Any memory of my problems were numbed as I focused on the cloud of cheese.

"Not on a diet I see." Someone scoffed.

I turned around and looked to find Lila was not too far away from where I was standing.

I tried to retort, but my mouth was stuffed with cheese. The only sound I could make were the disgusting sound of cheese swishing through my mouth.

"Well that's very attractive." She snorted. "Too bad about the move, huh?" She continued with obviously fake sympathy. "I especially feel bad for that little band of your's. They'll have to look for a new lead singer," Her word cut like a knife. A cliched phrase, but so true. I didn't want them to forget me, but I knew they had to go on without me.

Gulping I said: "Yeah..." Then trailed off.

"Well they won't have to look far because that new singer is me." She smirked.

"You wish." I shot her a glare.

"I don't wish I know. That cutie, Austin has got the hots for me. He can't say no." She flipped her brown for no perticuler reason. The hair flip. Oh man I hate the hair flip.

"He can and will." I said trying not only to convince her, but also myself. Austin has had "the hots" for Lila since sixth grade, so I wasn't too sure what he'd do. "And even if he did, which he wouldn't,he doesn't even have the authority to."

"News flash! He's second in command, when you're gone he can do whatever he wants." She placed her hands on her hips.

I stood dumbfounded for a second. "Oh my God, shut up Lila!" Was all I could say.

I walked away. She didn't chase after me or use another one of her snippy little comments. She knew she had got me. She got me good.

The tree house was my destination. When I got there I took out my cell. I was gonna get to the bottom of this. I was calling a meeting.

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