A/N: one day when I was watching the sandlot, this idea came into my head and I kept making up characters. So here's keeping secrets.
Disclaimer: I only own the character. :) If you want to know what she's more like, PM me and I'll give you her whole profile
Someone said there's a time in everyone's life that has hardships. Like some people might a close friend move away, or maybe a close relative dies. That's what its like for most people.
But that's not what it's like for me.
The year my mother died, everything came crashing down on both me and my father. I didn't go to school for almost a month, and my father took a while off of his job at a local restaurant.
When I finally went back to school, all my friends were very concerned. They kept asking me why I was gone for so long and if I was OK. Eventually I got sick of their worrying and one day, I just snapped. I yelled at them all and said many things that shouldn't be repeated.
I wasn't surprised when they didn't talk to me anymore and I didn't make anymore friends.
I don't know when it exactly started, but all of the sudden…my father just…snapped, I guess. He came home from his job and then he just started yelling at me. I guess he was just all bottled up inside and he had to take his anger out on something, so he chose me.
He said it was my fault that mom died. He said that I never should've been born. When I innocently asked him once specifically why it was my fault mom died, he broke my jaw so badly it had to be wired back in place.
It wasn't until about a month later that not just the verbal abuse started, but also the physical. He would give me a good shaking when I didn't do things right, and he would slap me when I started crying.
When I was in my room once, I saw a baseball and bat in the back of my closet. I took them from the closet and started playing all by myself. Since I didn't have any friends, it was kinda hard. But I eventually go the hang of it. In school, I became the first chosen for baseball instead of last. People called me a legend. It felt good to have at least a couple people care about me.
I wasn't surprised when my father said we were moving. I knew he got kicked out of his job. So we packed all our things and moved to a town. But then the whole cycle started repeating again. My father get a job, then lost it, and then we moved. We never really stayed in one place. Before I was in middle school, I had lived in 11 different homes
I also remembered we had to keep selling our things. I'm really not sure why, but we had to. It eventually came that all my things fit in one small box.
But when we moved again and went to somewhere in California. But somehow, I had a different feeling about this place. When I looked across the street, I often saw a group of boys playing baseball. I always noticed that they never kept score and the game went on and on. There were no outs. I also noticed that one of the boys was really good. The others kept giving him high fives and congratulating him.
It was that single summer that I didn't know things were going to change. I didn't know what was ahead, and I didn't know that by the end of that summer I was going to be a whole different person…..