Just know that you're not alone – Sandlot Story

Set in the early 1960's like the first sandlot movie.

This is set the following summer after Benny defeats the beast. So they're all 14/15 years old now.

My name is Veronica Blake; all my friends call me Ronnie though. I'm pretty short considering I'm 14, i'm 5,3 ish, I have blonde hair and green eyes. I'm quite nicely tanned as well but that's because my dad is Brazilian so I'm blessed with that nice olive skin;) I'm moving to L.A with my mom. Her boyfriend lives there with his son and we're moving in with them. My mom, Cassie, and her boyfriend, George, make a really cute couple actually. My mom and dad divorced 3 years ago and I never thought I'd like any of my mom's boyfriends but George is like a father to me now, and his son, Hamilton porter, is like my brother and even though I'm sad about leaving my friends and my softball team in san Diego I can't wait to move in with George and Porter.

Ronnie's POV

I was pulling up outside my new house and I saw Porter and George waiting for me and my mom. I smiled at porter through the car window and waved to him. My smile faded when i saw porter standing with two other guys though, one of them being very good looking from what I could see. Honestly Ham could've at least told me I'd be meeting some of his friends on the first day. I'd really picked the worst thing to wear. When you hear girls moaning about how terrible they look they don't really look that bad at all, they complain about a messy bun which they actually spent about 10 minutes putting up with pins, or they complain about wearing sweatpants and how it makes them sloppy when they know just as well as everyone else that they look good and the sweatpants flatter their body. No, I had actually looked awful. I'd put my hair up in a ponytail which after fidgeting in the car had gone lopsided and tangled. Not to mention my pink flowery Minnie mouse jumper that I've had since I was about nine! It had some weird yellow food stain on it as well. I looked like a very old 5 year old.

I quickly tugged out my hair tie and tried to hide the bobbles and frills hanging out of my jumper but it was no use. I climbed out the car and gave Ham and George a hug. I tried to avoid eye contact with the two boys.

"Benny, Smalls, this is Ronnie" Ham said introducing me to his friends. "Ronnie this is Smalls" pointing to the small nerdy kid, he was quite cute actually. "and this is Benny" Ham pointed out the tall tanned one. God he was attractive. They both smiled at me.

"So you gonna come sandlot porter?" Benny spoke up

"I will later, but I need to help Ronnie unpack" Ham said

"Do you want us to stay and help Ronnie?" Smalls asked me

I smiled at him but shook my head "thanks but I think I'll be fine" I couldn't be around them any longer when I looked like this.

"I'll catch up with you later then" Ham told them "I'm gonna bring Ronnie if that's alright otherwise she'll have nothing to do"

Benny and Smalls smiled and nodded

"Guess I'll see you later then Ronnie" Benny said before him and smalls left

Once they left I just looked at Ham with the most evil eyes I could.

He chuckled at me "what Ron?"

"you didn't tell me your friends would be here! Look how I am dressed!"

"Relax! It's not my fault, I didn't know you were going to come dressed as a little kid" Ham just laughed at me.

I just hit him round the arm and we walked inside

30 minutes later

I'd just finished unpacking in my room when I heard Ham shouting at me from the front door

"Ronnie! You ready to go to the sandlot now?! It's already 10:30!"

"Um yeah! Just give me 5 minutes to get ready!"

"Okayyyyy!"

I looked at myself in the full length mirror hanging on my closet. I was still wearing the ridiculous outfit and my hair was all tangled. I brushed through my ashy blonde hair so it fell 2 inches below my shoulders. It was a bit wavy but oh well, nothing I could do about it now. I took off the clothes I was wearing now and put on a pair of light blue denim shorts and a black and white baseball jersey with Babe Ruth's name on the back. Yeah I might be a girl, but I like my baseball. I put on a light layer of foundation on and some mascara to make my eyes look bigger and try to take the attention away from the bags under my eyes.

"Ham! I'm ready now!" I shouted.