Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to "The Sandlot", including, but not limited to, the characters, the plot or the setting. The only thing I do own are the original characters (Sandra, Cora and miscellaneous characters not involved with the original movie).

As a light blue 1959 Chevy Bel-Air sat in the driveway of their new home, Scotty and Sandra Smalls began to unload an orange U-Haul trailer. The soft sound of music made its way outside as Sandra pulled open the white screen door of 1556 Cedar Lane. Stepping into the house, Sandra walked past the kitchen with a medium sized box in her arms. It was, appropriately, labeled "Sandy's room." Her mother was busy unpacking and putting away dishes and silverware. The woman, who she looked so similar to, swayed back and forth, gently, as she sang "At Last", by Etta James. Sandra had gotten her love of older music from her mother, as well as her gift for singing. As much as her mother denied it, she had a beautiful voice. Thankfully, Sandra had inherited it, as well as, her beautiful blue eyes and brunette hair. Sandra often wore her pulled back or slightly off to the side in a low ponytail with a colored ribbon holding it in place. It was easier than having to constantly make it into a bob or a bouffant.

Sandy approached her room, nudging the door open with her foot. She walked over to the bare bed and placed the box down and opened it up. Her dainty hands rummaged through the box, pulling various odds and ends and setting them on a small suspended shelf. As she was preoccupied with setting up her baubles, Bill, her step-father made his way in with her vanity. Scotty was helping him, even if it looked like he was struggling. The piece of furniture was, by no means, light. The large vanity has one big mirror with two side mirrors attached. It looked like a white, ornate piece of furniture that came out of the 1920s or 30s. And it, kind of, did. It had belonged to Sandy and Scotty grandmother and when she passed, she willed it to her only granddaughter. Sandy was obsessed with it, as a child. Anytime her parents would visit, Sandy would run off and play with her grandmother's makeup, until she came out of the bedroom, looking like a tiny clown.

"Where d'ya want this, Sandy?" Bill said, looking around the barren room, with its cream colored walls.

"Umm," Sandra turned around, pursing her lips. She pointed to a corner of the room , opposite from the bed and shrugged. "There, I suppose. Thanks, Bill, Scotty."

Sandra had found it easier to speak with her step-father than her brother had. Scotty had already left the room and went back outside, as a matter of fact. Sandra had taken an interest in Bill when he first started to come over and see there mother, often asking him about his job and his interests. As much as she had missed her biological father, she needed another father figure in her life and Bill made her mother happy. When he started to hang around more, Sandra took it upon herself to learn a bit baseball, since that was his main passion. He had so much memorabilia at his house and he had no problem teaching her all about it. Sandy figured that he was thrilled to have his lover's children interested in him. It helped him transition into the family better. Of course, he still struggled with Scotty. To be honest, they struggled with each other. They were both, oddly, awkward with each other.

Bill left shortly after Scotty, going to grab more boxes. Sandra went back to pulling things from the box. This particular one wasn't that impressive. Lots of knick knacks and books. Towards the bottom of the box was a small radio that Sandy pulled out. She walked over to her dresser, that was the only other piece of furniture besides the bed and vanity. She plugged it into the wall and turned the knob. A bit of static filled the air, before she found a clear station. "Runaround Sue" by Dion and the Belmonts filled the air, causing her to dance a little. Dion DiMucci was a heartthrob and Sandra had posters of him hung in her old bedroom. She was on the fence on whether she would put them back up or if she would try to make her room look more sophisticated.

Hours later, her room was complete, including a single poster of her celebrity crush. Who was she kidding? She couldn't leave him in a cardboard box in her closet. Dion DiMucci deserved better. Her radio was still playing, when Scotty walked in. Sandy was, currently, swaying back and forth to "Blue Moon" by the Marcels. Scotty raised his brow at his older sister, before clearing his throat.

Sandy jumped as she turned around. She let out a huff. "Jesus, Scotty, at least knock first."

"I did, you didn't hear me." He said.

Sandy folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at him. "Okay, what do you need?"

"Mom wanted me to get you for dinner."

"Oh! It's dinner, already? Sheesh, I didn't realize how long it was taking to get this place just right." She walked out into the hall with her brother, following him towards the dining room.

"How is your room coming along?"

Scotty sighed. He had a lot of things strewn about, looking for a home.

"Uh... Good." He finally said.

"Your rebuilding that erektor set, aren't you?" She said with a smirk.

Scotty bowed his head slightly and nodded.

"Its okay. I can help you after dinner."

"Nah, I can do it. Its just taking longer than I thought."

They entered the dining room and sat down at the table. Bill was already there, looking over some papers. Their mother was still futzing around in the kitchen. Sandy went to stand back up when Scotty grabbed her arm. His eyes pleaded with her not to leave him with Bill. She sighed, as she, gently, pulled her arm away. She walked into the kitchen to help her mom with the food.

"Oh, hi, honey." She said, with a smile.

"Did you need help?"

"Yeah, just grab those plates. Be careful, they might be hot." Sandy picked them both up with oven mitts and carried them into the dining room. Her mother was right behind her and once the food was on the table, they sat down to eat.

Dinner was normal, nothing exciting happened. Most of the conversation was about Scotty and Sandy starting school in a few days. Sandy had pushed her food around her plate, not feeling particularly hungry and mentioned that she couldn't understand why they were starting school at the end of the year.

"There's two week before school is out. We could have just waited." She had said.

Her mother had given her a stern look, not wanting to discuss the issue. As she saw it, it would give them some friends over the summer and introduce them to the school system. School was important, there was no way that she was having them miss two weeks.

Bill had, politely, asked Sandy to drop it and she did. Bill may have her step father, but she looked at him as if he was her biological father. Whatever he said was law.

Scotty had kept quiet, as he always was at dinner. Anytime that Bill had a business trip, he became more vocal. Sandy always wondered when he was warm up to the man.

After dinner, Sandy had helped her mother with the dishes before heading off to her bedroom. She stopped at Scotty door, which was ajar and peeked in. His back was towards the door and he was busy rebuilding his erektor set. Sandra walked to her room and sighed. She hoped this summer he would branch out and make some friends. Being a loner couldn't be good for him.

Three days passed and it was time for their first day of school. As was tradition with her mother, she stood Scotty and Sandy next to each other to take a picture of their first day at their new school. Sandy fussed, hating this tradition.

"You'll thank me when your older." Her mother said. Sandra was convinced that was her mantra. She said it for just about every situation that Sandy complained about. She had even said it a few nights ago before Sandra was forced to drop the subject of starting school.

Sandy and Scotty were both scheduled to take the bus. Their mother was a homemaker but she did her shopping during the day. It was just easier to aend the kids on the bus. The siblings shared a bus stop, standing at the corner of their street and waiting.

Scotty had seen the boy he waved to the day before walking over. He had to be the same age as Sandy and probably in the same class. He stood by the fence, pressing his back to it, as he gave Scotty a weak smile.

Sandy raised a brow, as she looked at her brother. "What are you staring at?"

"Nothing. Just a kid I saw yesterday."

Sandy turned towards the boy in question and her cheeks flashed red when she saw him already looking at her. Quickly, she turned back around and waited for the bus. Her emerald eyes glanced back at Scotty and she lowered her voice.

"Well, don't stare... It's rude."