OMG! I am soo glad to be writing on here again! I missed you guys so much! I am sooo sorry I haven't written in so long. But, I was writing my book. That's finished now, so, I'm baaack! I hope you enjoy, I am in LOVE with Sandlot, and Benny;) Have been since I was a kid! hehe, RxR! Pweeses?

My parents just split. I don't know why, but they did. I, being their one and only child, didn't seem like much reason to stay together. My father is in the military, so I obviously live with my mom.

A few weeks ago, she lost her job. And… well, she couldn't seem to get another. So, we are moving out to the San Fernando Valley in California to live with my aunt Justine. She and my mother are Colombian, making my life a little more interesting.

My name is Julia, I'm fifteen. I'm part American, part Colombian. My favorite thing to do is play baseball. I know, it may seem weird, but my father always loved baseball, and I've been playing since I was six years old.

One great this about being Colombian is the dancing. My aunt taught me how to dance, Colombian style. It is really hard work, but in the end, totally worth it. It requires hips, which I have. And it really drives the boys crazy! According to my aunt, I have the right body for this dance. She said I have all the curves in the right places. I bet you can imagine how awkward I was when she said this.

Anyway, so, back to the story. Baseball is my life… besides dancing. So, when I moved to the Valley, I met the nine boys who changed my life forever. The year is 1963. (A/N this is the year after Smalls moved to the Valley, and Benny pickled the Beast… BTW if you wanna know what I based her dancing off, it's Shakira.) It's the very beginning of summer.

I just got everything settled into my new room. It's pretty basic stuff bed, dresser, closet, etc. It has two windows: one facing the road, the other facing the house next door. The distance between my window and the window of the other house isn't much. Like, six feet at the most.

I was lying back on my bed, when I heard a down pour start. I looked out the front window, out onto the road, and saw as the rain fell down. I smiled and ran out of my room. When I ran through the kitchen my mom asked, "Where are you going?" in her very Colombian accent.

"Outside!" When I said this, my aunt protested.

"But it's raining!"

"I know!" I yelled, stepping out on the front porch. I jumped down the stairs out into the rain. I ran out onto the street, and twirled around, laughing.

"Julia, get inside! You are going to get struck by lightning!" My aunt yelled, my mom standing beside her with a smile.

"What lightning?" I asked, smiling big. My aunt just smiled and shook her head at me. I started dancing one of the dances my aunt had taught me. I was definitely, shaking my booty, as my Grandpa would say. I started doing a few different hip movements, when I realized I was being watched.

The house across the street – the Smalls family lives there, according to my aunt—had what I counted to be nine boys staring at me through the front window. I smiled and wiggled my fingers at them. They all waved back, and kept on staring. I rolled my eyes, and squinted trying to see their faces through the rain.

The rain slowed, and I was completely soaked. I ran back to my aunt's house—I mean my house. When I went inside, I took a shower, and helped clean up from dinner.

Sooo, what'cha think? Terrible? Oh... Well, thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think, even if you think it's terrible. YOU GUYS ROCK! Love ya,

S.R.