BATTER UP, READERS! HERE'S A SANDLOT STORY THAT ALL OF YOU WILL LOVE.
We were watching this movie in my Language Arts class and I just fell in love with Benny. Who wouldn't? I might also post a Legend of Zelda, Tokyo Mew Mew, or Pokemon Story. That's right folks; I'm going back to what I usually did before the voting of my stories. Just posting new chapters and stuff when I feel in the mood.
ON WITH THE STORY! I DO NOT OWN SANDLOT, JUST PENNY!
ENJOY!
PROLOGUE: Moving in
Penny POV
Alright, so many boys don't think that girls can play baseball or fight or stuff like that. Bet they've never met a girl like me.
G'day mates! The name's Penny Smalls. I'm from Australia and I moved to California to live with my cousin, Scott Smalls. Huge fan of baseball and I used to play with a few other mates back in Sydney. Well, I still need some practice. Now I'm in a car with my Aunt Kelly (I don't know the mom's real name), driving to her place.
"Penny, Scotty doesn't know you're coming, so this is going to be a very cool surprise for him," she said from the driver's seat. I nodded and smiled. I haven't seen Scotty in about ten years and it was good to see him again. Plus I wanted to meet my new 'step-uncle' who has a collection of baseball stuff.
We pulled into the driveway of a little pink and white house. I hopped out of the car and stretched my tired limbs. Aunt Kelly got out as well and helped me get my bags out of the car. I had just gotten my suitcase out of the trunk when…
"Penny!"
I turned around just as Scott himself nearly knocked me down in a hug. I laughed and ruffled his hair.
"G'day, Scotty. How have you been, mate?" I said as soon as Scott let me go.
"A little bored. But I glad that you're here. Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. We walked inside and sat down at the kitchen table.
"What? I can't surprise my favorite cousin by coming all the way from Australia to California to live here?" I teased. Scott's eyes widened at the last part.
"You're living here?!" he exclaimed. I nodded and patted my suitcase.
After dinner, Scott showed me to my new room. I placed away all my clothes and hung up my baseball poster of Babe Ruth, a picture of me and my mom before she died, and a picture with my two best friends, Sarah and Macy. I should also mention that we were a popular singing group in our town and often perform at parties and stuff like that. Well, used to.
About a year before I moved, they confessed something. They said that the captain, Tracy (my ex-friend), had to kick me off the team becasue I had a weak throw and useless swinging ability. Even they agreed about that! We got into a fight and that ended our friendship. I tried practicing a little bit after that, but when you have no friends to play with, it's pretty hard. Then I told them I was moving to America. They didn't even care!
As I was going through my last box, I found an old chest. Smiling, I pulled it out and opened it up. Inside was a necklace. A shiny ruby red shell pendent on a silver chain, with two red beads on either side of the shell. It was a gift from my mom (before she died) for my 10th birthday.
I looked up at my mirror and saw my reflection. Bright red hair in a high ponytail. Silver gray eyes. A light tan. Looks that belonged to my mother now belong to me. The only difference was the shiny, 5 inch scar that ran from my left shoulder to the left of chest, just below my collarbone. I got that about three months after my birthday. Worst summer of my life. It was the summer that a drunk driver crashed into the side of my mom's car and we crashed in a ditch. A large piece of glass cut me where my scar now is. My mom and I were taken to the hospital, where I got a hundred or less stiches. Mom died about two hours later.
I kept the scar hidden the best I can because of how embrassing it is. During the winter, I used a scraf. During the summer, it was harder. So I try to use my shirt to cover it up.
I slipped on the necklace. The shell shined pinkish in the light and I smiled.
Now if only there was a way to play a bit of baseball.
Wow, that was a short chapter. This story does follow that movie and I might add a scene or two of my own.
Okay. So, like I said, I'm going back to what I did before the voting started. I just felt like it was easier to do so since so many ideas pop into my head once I get an interest in that topic. So please don't give me bad or rude comments because I haven't finished a single story. I really am sorry.
Oh and I changed my name…again. It's now Red Pearl Mew Arashi! Like it? Sort of a combination of my previous names.
See you later, pearl mews!