CHAPTER 1
5 years tomorrow. Thats how long it'd been since I'd been in the Valley. Most important, how long it'd been since I'd been in the Sandlot. I was nervous to see everyone, but very ready. I left my closest friends to go live with my aunt for a while. My mom said I didn't have enough girl-friends so she was sending my with my Aunt Sarah because she happened to live close to an all girls finishing school. The only thing I had accomplished was learning the real meaning of drama and getting a few slaps in the face from the head-missy person. She didn't really like me since my first day when I tripped some bitch named Malarie down the stairs because she said something about my jeans when I was heading to my new room. I turns out, she the head-person's daughter. Just my luck. It seems that I always hate the wrong person at the wrong time. Anyways, ever since that day, she made me clean the dining hall and bathroom at the end of every day. Alright, so, back to the Sandlot. We were almost to our 'new' old house. We bought our old house back after the current owners found one of my old barbies burned and head torn off in the couch. I'm not the girliest person in the world, and if you're wondering, no. We didn't take our furniture with us. Don't ask me why, its just the wonderful work of my mom's mind. When we got to the house, I ran straight up to my room to inspect. I found out that they moved things around of course, but they moved in the worst places ever. I'm very picky when it comes to the placement of things. So after an hour or so of moving things back to their place, I decided I was going to finally go to the Sandlot. I went to the bathroom mirror before I went. After a long day of traveling, I always looked ugly. I never do my hair, never do my makeup, never do anything. I mean, whats the point? Your parents are just going to make you move stuff because they're to lazy to do it themselves. I brushed out my hair and put some masscara on. My brown curls slightly went over my shoulders and I had chocolate brown eyes. I always thought I was a normal looking person until I realized about a month ago that one of my eyes actually has a little bit of blue in them. Dont ask me why I hadnt noticed before, because I really dont know either. Alright, so back to the Sandlot. I ran outside when I got finished in the bathroom and jogged almost the whole way to the field. It was only about 8:30 in the morning, but of course, like always, Benny had the boys out there by atleast 7. To be honest, I think he would go out there at 3 in the morning and play a game with himself. He's always been that way. When I walked into the field, Benny was up to bat. When he was up there, or really, in any part of the game, he always had an intense look in his eye that said something like, ' I'm dangerous. Watch your ass.' That is predictable though because he's the most competetive person I know. When Kenny pitched it, it seemed like time slowed down a tiny bit. A huge crack went through the air when Benny hit the ball. He dropped the bat and ran from 1st to 3rd in about 4 seconds. He rounded 3rd and spotted me finally. I didnt thk anyone was going to. He slowed to a stop after a few seconds and stared at me for a minute. Finally, he yelled, " Tara! You're back!" My eyes widened because after that, he was running full speed towards me. I backed up a little and braced myself for the blow that was Benny's hug. He crashed into me and nearly knocked me over, but I kept myself up somehow. " Why didn't you tell me you were going to be back?" he whispered in my ear. " Well, nothing's fun without the element of surprise, now is it?" I asked back. He smirked down at me and let me go. Then, I got trampled with a billion other people. Ok, well, maybe not a billion, but a bunch. " Alright guys. Yeah, I play baseball with you guys, but I'm not the Hulk. GET OFF ME!" I yelled, even though I was short of breath. They all got off me and I dusted myself off. " Alright. Now can we play some ball?" They all screamed 'Yeah!' and 'Lets go!' when I said this. I giggled and walked with them to the field, got my glove, and got to my place. As I was standing there, all I could think was ' Man. Just like the good old days.'