Disclaimer: I do not the Sandlot or any of its characters. I only own Kita Johnson, Amelia Johnson, and their mother. This is pretty much an original story line. This is placed a year before Scotty comes to San Fernando Valley.

Kita POV

Moving. One of the things on my most dreaded list. I hate being the new kid. I don't seek attention. Being around people is horrible; I'm really awkward and shy. Usually, I tend to stay by myself. Currently, I was unpacking and making my room, my room. I have a thing for dark colors. Standing out isn't something I enjoy doing. I'm almost always teased and bullied. I have depression, social anxiety, and insomnia. I continue living for my little sister, and my little sister alone. My step father is a bitch and my mother is a gold digger. She only married my step father for his wealth.

"Kita! Amelia! Come here please!" my mother called.

I sighed and stood up. School officially ended a couple of days ago. Mom didn't make us go since we finished moving a few days before school ended. So I had zero chance of making friends before summer started. Not that I ever made any friends anyways. I was different and strange. I loved baseball and skateboarding. I didn't fit the typical definition of a girl. And I was resented because of it. Coming down the stairs, I met Amelia and my mother in our living room.

"Alright, I know it's the start of summer, but I want you two to make friends. I want you to get to know some people. Have some fun." she insisted.

Amelia never had a problem with doing that. I always did. I wasn't liked. From the first glance people judged me. It sucked. But I couldn't really do anything about it. No one ever cared enough.

My red hair was down and brushing my waist. I decided to go and explore the town on my skateboard. I had a baseball, a bat, and my mitt all shoved into a small bag on my back. Hopefully I could find a place to practice. I skated around for a bit before I saw a small field. It was a makeshift baseball field. I kicked up my board and walked over to look around. This place was interesting. I heard footsteps and turned around. A boy a good head taller than me was walking over. I bit my lip and clenched my free hand. Meeting people was hard for me. I was always so awkward.

"Hey," the boy called. He was kinda cute. He looked Hispanic and he had brown hair and eyes.

I loved brown eyes.

"Uhm hi. I'm sorry if I'm intruding. I'm uh, I'm new to the area. I was just looking around." I stammered.

"You play?" the boy gestured to the bat peeking out from my bag.

"Uh yeah. I love baseball."

The boy smiled, "I'm Benny."

"Kita. But call me Kit."

"Nah. You know, I think I'm gonna call you Red."

"Um okay."

And that was the day I met Benjamin Rodriguez. Little did I know, we'd get closer than I'd ever imagine was possible.

"My friends and I come here to the sandlot to play a game everyday. You wanna come play with us? Then we can see how good you really are." Benny proposed.

"Okay. Yeah, sure." I replied.

"Meet us here at eight o'clock tomorrow."

"Okay."

I awkwardly nodded my head and left the sandlot. I got back on my board and skated home, a new feeling of satisfaction coursing through me. Maybe. just maybe, I could fit in here.