I know this has been done like, a thousand times before- but I couldn't help myself.
LOL.
I know this probably won't get a lot of views, but I just had to write a story about the sandlot, it was after all one of my favourite movies when I was a bit younger.
Here you are.
Title: I aint just a GIRL
Summary: You see, my mother said I should actually do something productive this summer. 'Lisa, I want you to go and see your cousin Scotty, I want you to have fun instead of sitting in your room all day' I whined and groaned harshly, if there was anything worse than getting sent away for the summer, it was my cousin Scotty.
DISCLAIMER
All of the original sandlot characters belong to their rightful owners, I only own: Lisa Smalls and Elaine Robinson.
CHAPTER ONE:
The car rattled along the road as we drove past house after house.
The streets were filled with little kids playing with balls and other various things; they scurried off to their houses when they saw the car bounding down the road.
I'm in the car, with my cousin Scotty, my uncle Phil, and my aunty Sherry.
You see, my mother said I should actually do something productive this summer. 'Lisa, I want you to go and see your cousin Scotty, I want you to have fun instead of sitting in your room all day.'
I whined and groaned harshly, if there was anything worse than getting sent away for the summer, it was my cousin Scotty.
It's not that I don't like Scotty, he's nice and he's humble- but we couldn't be more different.
It's not just our personalities that are different- but it's our looks too. Scotty is smaller than me, considering I am a year older- that's not entirely wacky, he has an array of freckles scattered around his nose area, his skin is tan- although I can tell he gets sunburnt on his face, his blonde hair is usually slicked back, and he has a pair of grey-hazel eyes.
Me? Oh, well I'm pretty much the opposite.
I have long black hair, pale skin and two dark blue eyes.
If Scotty see's a spider on the wall, he screams and runs the opposite direction, where-as with me, I will beat the spider down and throw it to the end of the Earth.
Think you can guess the difference? Okay okay... I'll move on.
Scotty recently moved to a new state, the house he is living in is pink. Yes, pink. Since he only moved about a week ago, the house is going to be stacked with boxes I bet.
Old, moving boxes that block the hallways and entries and exits.
Oh no. Aunt Sherry's speaking again. God.
Whenever Aunt Sherry speaks about a particular subject, she won't stop. I pretended to listen, but stared out the window at the huge houses the car passed. Suddenly, the car slid to a stop and I was thrown forward, and then eased back into my seat. 'Here we are' I looked out the window towards the infamous pink house that stood before me.
Indeed, there were multiple boxes scattered around the back of the house. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and pulled my carry on along the cracked concrete.
'It's nice' I mumbled. The truth is, I really just wanted to go back home.
With the help of Uncle Phil, I pulled my carry-on up the stairs and entered my home for the next several months. I entered what I thought was the hallway to the guest room, it was a narrow walkway with...Pink walls.
Oh, the horror.
Uncle Phil directed me into a room, by the far end of the house. 'Here we are, Lisa' Phil struggled to open up the door, but eventually after a good push- it eased open.
I peeped inside; Uncle Phil threw my suitcase onto the large bed that stood in the middle of the room. The bed had three sheets over it, and two matching pillows. The ground was carpeted, meeting up with the... pink walls.
Why am I not surprised? The room was mostly empty, and a few moving boxes lay wrecked and damaged at the bottom of the open closet. 'Is this cosy?' Uncle Phil massaged his temples and then rubbed his hands on his grey slacks.
'Yep, it's nice' I could tell Phil was still panting in the inside form trekking up the staircase with my heavy suitcase. I smoothed down my new dress and sat down on the bed, 'let me know if you need anything' Uncle Phil nodded towards me, and then left hastily- closing the door firmly behind him.
Its gunna be entertaining seeing me open that door.
I sank down into the cushiony mattress. I adjusted the strap of my shoe, and peered out the window.
Out on the street, all of the children we had seen earlier had vanished.
The streets were empty.
I pushed against my door, trying hard to open it. When I thought I was about to die, I felt a yanking on the doorknob and the door disappeared.
I fell to my stomach with a big: oomph.
'Are you right there?' Uncle Phil helped me to my feet.
'Yep, I'm okay' I heard a pair of feet moving quickly up the stairs, 'what just happened?' Aunt Sherry appeared in the doorway. 'Oh, I was just trying to open the door, and I fell through when Uncle Phil tried to help, no big deal' Uncle Phil stifled a laugh, 'just remember, its pull not push' Uncle Phil patted me on the shoulder and walked down the stairs towards his study.
Scotty left a few minutes ago, and all I had to do was sulk in the guest room all day. Maybe I should invite Elaine over. Elaine Robinson has been my best friend since 1st grade, ever since I refused to let her eat my favourite blue crayon.
Elaine has lived in Scotty's street for more than 5 years, and I've always kept in touch with her, even though my home was a good 45 minute drive from here.
Aunt Sherry actually suggested that I invite Elaine over on the phone;
she's always been very free with strangers coming to her house. Now that Uncle Phil was here, I wasn't so sure he would be okay with it. But then again, I am known to be a rebel.
I dived for the phone which was beside the bed; quickly I dialled Elaine's number and listened patiently to the ringing. Bring. Bring. When Elaine picked up, (which I thought she never would) I breathed a sigh of relief and spoke.
'Elaine? It's Lisa'
'Oh my god Lisa! You haven't called me in like, 2 months! Whats your problem?'
'Sorry Elaine, I've been doing a lot, hey listen- meet me at the drug store, I wanna go exploring'
'Sure thing Lisa.... I'll be there in like, 5 minutes- just have to persuade my mother to drive me, you know how slow I am at walking'
I laughed.
'Well, see you soon Elaine, bye'
'Bye Lis'
I hopped off the phone and ran down the stairs, I could hear the thudding of my footsteps as I ran out onto the driveway, before I closed the front door behind me I screamed out to Uncle Phil and Aunty Sherry, 'I'm just going to see my friend for a while, I'll be back before dinner!'
I heard a reply, but by then I had already ran down the driveway, and skipped onto the sidewalk.
I'm sure the reply was going to be something like, 'watch the streets' or 'don't talk to strangers' I pretty much knew the deal of adulthood.
It's typical, really.
The streets were empty still and I could hear something rattling around the corner, I couldn't hear any cars, but there was a rattling I remember hearing, it sounded distinctly like-
OOMPH.
I heard a loud smash as the bike and I smashed into each other;
I felt my eyes go wide as I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck.
I fell flat on my back with something lying on my right arm.
I felt an unfamiliar pain shoot up my arm and into my shoulder, it hurt like hell.
I wanted to scream but instead I shed a few tears, I didn't cry out loud, no of course not- I only let the tears fall from my eyes.
I heard someone groaning beside me.
Who in the name of purple gofers is that?
I struggled to turn my head to the right.
Lying on my arm, in fact, was a boy. A boy with a baseball uniform on.
I groaned slightly and struggled to get up. The boy turned to look, and locked eyes with me.
He had light brown hair that was neatly combed under his baseball cap, tan skin and hazel-grey eyes like Scotty. He got off me in a flash; 'you should watch were you're going darluhn' He helped me get up and then brushed down his uniform as if I was infectious.
I scoffed and placed my left hand on my wrist. Sugar, my arm still hurts. I was beginning to wonder if it was broken;
if it was broken I wouldn't be able to do anything this summer. I couldn't move it, and I was still shedding tears.
After the boy noticed them he looked down at my arm and grimaced. 'Oh....' he mumbled.
He picked up his bike and call out after me, 'wait here!' he started pedalling madly on the bike, disappearing behind the corner, and into the Vincent drugstore.
It was only then that I realised the other few bikes and baseball players that surrounded me, each one wearing that same, hideous uniform with pride. They all had smirks on their faces, and looks of sadness in their eyes.
All I can say is WTF.
I decided to inspect my arm; I hadn't looked at it since I had beginning running. I gasped at the sight of it. It was slightly purple, and bruised around the wrist area. I didn't want to look at it anymore. Sighing in defeat, I shoved my face away from it and stared off into the drugstore, hoping for certain that my help will come.
Scotty's POV
'...And Hamilton Porter, we call him Ham' I was being introduced by Benny to his baseball team;
each one spat with pride onto the dirty sidewalk and held a blank expression.
Each one was staring at me, I could feel it. I looked up at Benny, but before I could say anything- a familiar boy on a bicycle came riding through our 'meeting' I know this kid, I had seen him around the neighbourhood. Everyone groaned and moaned at the sight of him, I could see he wasn't well respected around Benny and his friend.
'What was that for Phillips?' I heard Squints cry, 'you got mud on my new sneakers!' this 'Phillips' looked a little stunned and pointed around the corner.
'There's a girl that just broke her arm, sandlot losers...'
Oh. So that's why he's not well respected.
But a different feeling came to me, a churning feeling in my gut that nearly made me throw up my cereal.
I started to get suspicious, of course a million girls lived on our street, but only one had dark hair.
'What does she look like?' I piped up.
Phillips looked at me strangely, then continued on with his rambling, 'she's pretty.....' he smirked, 'and she's got black hair' I didn't waste a second, I ran down the street- ignoring the calls and running footsteps as the sandlot team followed me.
I turned the corner and ran over to the curled up ball on the side of the street.
She was wearing the dress she had on this morning, and her hair was as usual, perfectly done.
Lisa.
I started running faster towards her; I started calling out her name, 'Lisa! Lisa!' I heard the same thing form other uncertain sandlot members that were running as fast as me, but Benny overtaking me.
I leant down to her, as soon as we reached her, checking her arm, 'Oi, are you okay?' Lisa looked up to me, her blue eyes filled with tears.
I felt so sorry for my cousin; she had never broken a bone before. Lisa started to whimper and stutter on her sentence, 'I- I- I-
I heard the thudding footsteps of the old man who owned Vincent drugstore, behind him- Phillips and more people in similar uniforms riding their bikes in the opposite direction.
The old man was walking with a young female about my age.
She was very short, with wavy blonde hair that ended just below her ears, and wide brown eyes.
She had to take 4 feeble steps to keep up with the old man's 2.
I'm sure I have seen a photo of this girl somewhere, but I kept my mouth shut.
The old man knelt down to Lisa and whispered a few things with her, he left uneasily towards our house and then things went quiet.
'Lisaaaaaaa, you broke your aaaarrrmmmm'
the girl with the blonde hair sat down next to Lisa, who was now leaning against the picket fence that every house in the street had.
Lisa laughed at the girl, and talked quietly with her, the sounds were audible as the couple talked and laughed and giggled at everything they both said.
I looked over at Benny, who gave me a gesturing nod. I cleared my throat, surprisingly stopping the conversation.
They looked at me with funny looks, and I found my words uncomfortably, 'umm... guys, this is my cousin Lisa and her friend....' The girl looked at me with cold eyes, 'Elaine Robinson' she said. Lisa waved at the boys, who smiled and waved back at her.
Elaine Robinson, I'm sure I've heard that name before.
The boys looked as if to say, 'stuff-this-I'm-out' they fiddled with their bats and mitts, and looked around at the sky, humming and whistling and tapping their feet.
Lisa stood up and stepped over to me, 'who are they?' she whispered quietly, not taking my eyes off of my soon to be best friends, I responded just as quiet, 'they're my friends, I'll introduce you' I took her hand and showed her the boys, who stood up straight and eyed Lisa with cheeky eyes. I was struggling to remember all of their names, 'this is Alan McLennan, we call him 'Yeah Yeah'" Yeah yeah stepped forward and smiled warmly at Lisa, his eyes were wide, but he looked down at her arm. 'How'd you break it?'
Scotty pulled me over to a boy with tan skin; he had green eyes and large dimples.
'This is Alan McLennan; we call him 'Yeah yeah'"
this supposed 'Yeah yeah' stared me down with his villainous-looking eyes.
Even though he was smiling, there was something odd hiding behind his eyes. He looked at my arm, 'How'd you break it?' everyone's eyes were now locked on my broken arm, 'oh... you'll never guess' I sat down on the sidewalk.
'I was running to the drugstore just up the road, to see my best friend, and then this jerk runs into me and breaks my arm on his stupid bicycle, so he runs and gets help after helping me and leaves sniggering, riding his bike' I noticed Scotty seem a little uncomfortable beside me, and then everyone's eyes grow wild and hostile.
'...What?'
my innocence stood out in my question, the boys shook away the moment of anger and calmly explained who the boy in the baseball uniform was.
'He's our rival of course, tried to steal our best player, thinks he's all that but he's just a butt-head' A little boy in nerdy glasses said, his head ended below my shoulder.
He was teeny tiny. I found it kind of cute.
'Don't worry, here comes Mr. Vincent' the old man who was helping me earlier came walking down the street, walking beside a familiar vehicle.
With Aunt Sherry driving it, worried eyes burned into her face.
'Lisa Donna Jodie! Are you okay?' Aunt Sherry screamed out the window, I calmly nodded and prayed I would not be humiliated in front of these boys by kisses and hugs and comforts.
Mr Vincent walked right past us and smiled at me, 'get better' he whispered.
Aunt Sherry stopped the car just beside us all, and rushed out to hug me roughly.
'Oh I'm sorry sweet- who are these nice boys?' now all her attention is focused on Scotty's friends, nice going Aunt Sherry.
'These are Scotty's friends' I pointed to each one. Aunt Sherry nodded to them, and helped me to my feet, 'oh hello Elaine, how are you?' Aunt Sherry helped me into the car and fastened my seat belt.
Elaine angrily got into the backseat and slammed the door shut;
I could tell she was just furious at that baseball guy.
I was crying so badly.
I felt the angry tears slide down my face and onto my new dress.
It was ripped at the bottom, and slightly dirty from being thrown to the ground.
Aunt Sherry was fuming, and at the same time looked sad. 'Mr. Vincent told me you ran into a tree and then fell down on the pavement, is that true?' I looked up at Aunt Sherry.
She had a look of curiosity in her eyes. 'No' I said softly.
We hadn't pulled out of the street yet, and Scotty and his friends were watching us with confused looks.
'That's not what happened' I said flat out.
How would of Mr. Vincent known I had fallen over? That wasn't what had happened. He probably just made it up on the spot-
The baseball guy.
It was he who told Mr. Vincent that I had broken my arm; he was probably too chicken to admit he had crashed into me.
Plus, how do you break your arm banging into a tree? I guess you could I supposed... but it'd be pretty awkward.
Plus there were black tire marks skidded across the sidewalk, and then suddenly they stopped.
Then reappeared just a few feet ahead of the tracks. I tried to put together what had happened for me to break my arm.
It must have been like this: I was running, and the tire of the bike collided with my left knee, practically throwing me onto the ground, and me being me- stuck my hands out for protection, and had my wrist snapped like a twig when the baseball kid landed on me.
I started crying again. I could feel Elaine's soft hands rubbing my elbow, and I tried hard to not burst out and start yelling and hyperventilating all at once.
Aunt Sherry squeezed my hand and reassured me that everything was going to be okay once I get the cast on. One thing was for sure, I was definitely going to be having a word with that boy.
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Alyce. xxox, author.