(Benny's POV)
I said bye to Smalls (he lives the clothes to him ….I think) then headed towards my house, as I open the door and enter my house I hear noises coming from the kitchen so I made my way to the kitchen to find my mom fixing dinner.
Hey mom…
She looks up and smiles: hello dear would you mind doing me a favor and setting the table I know you father should be home any minute…
Sigh I knew this was going to be coming…she always did this once I got home from the sandlot (which most of the time I was exhausted) but I bared it I mean come on she's my mother: Yeah sure…(then I turn away from her getting ready to get the stuff to set the table with)
Oh but first Benny…(I turned around and looked at her giving her my full attention) wash your hands…you've been out in that sandlot all day and they've been through who knows what…
Ok…(then turned and went towards the sink to wash my hands) after I finished I turned back to getting the necessities to set the table with…
So how are things at sandlot anyways and your friends?
Good…
Well I met our new neighbor today she lives just down the street from us…Rose Montez, her husband Dave, and her daughter Ellie…Oh Ellie's such a nice girl pretty too…she was so polite… before we met Rose and me had a little conversation seems Ellie likes baseball too…Her mother didn't speak highly of that…said a girl like her should be interested in more than just throwing around a baseball…Then I told her about my son Benny and how he love baseball too…so I pretty much thought maybe you two could hang out…I told Rose that you'd show Ellie around and maybe introduce her to your little friends…anyways I told her you'd be by at around 2o'clock tomorrow to pick her up so you could show her around…
Mom! I have plans tomorrow and besides I don't even-
Benjamin…now I know you don't want to but you remember being new to the block…and I think after you get to know her you could me pretty good friends. She said sternly
(Knowing he couldn't fight her anymore he gave in) Fine…but how old is this girl anyways…
Her names Ellie…and she's 14…that's what Rose said and I knew she was a year younger than you…
Yep…2 you said
Yes two o'clock tomorrow…
Ok…
And Benny…
Yeah…
Thank you…
No problem mom…(he was know finished setting the table) I'm going to go upstairs in my now so call me when dinners ready ok…
Ok dear…
After dinner
Benny: well I'm going to get a shower then get ready for bed ok…goodnight…
His parents: Goodnight…
After showering, getting changed, then brushing his teeth and going to bed…But while lying in bed he could only think about what was going to happen tomorrow…
The next morning
(Ellie's POV)
I glance at the clock and saw it read 11:32am so I sat up going to the bathroom washing my face then walking down stairs for breakfast…
My mom and Dave were at the table talking when I heard my name come up but they hadn't seen me yet so I turn back around the corner…yes I know I'm eavesdropping…
Mom: I just don't know what to do Dave I know she wasn't happy about moving…and being so far from Anthony's grave (my dad) seems to make it worse then she's missing her friends…Dave maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring her here…
Dave: well what did you want to do just leave her there in Nebraska…Rose you know this move here was important my job assigned it…plus its like a fresh start I mean now that we are married you me and Ellie can become closer as a family…
Mom: but Dave I told her that I ever suggested she called you dad…she said she would consider it…but I know she just said that to get me off her back…I know she was so torn up about Anthony's death but she doesn't have to take it out on us…the least she could do was try…
Dave: I know Rosy but its going to take time and I know I can replace Anthony as a father but I'm trying to do the best I can just to be her friend…
Rose: Dave…I've been thinking…since such a grievous thing happened to her…maybe we should consider her going to a…counselor…
I had heard enough I silently ran up to my room changed into a pair of jean shorts and a blood red tank top threw on socks and my sneakers, brushed my hair put it into a ponytail and then threw on my baseball cap…with that I stormed down stairs to put it lightly… I was pissed… I remembered I left my baseball glove and baseball on the table in the kitchen…
Mom: oh hello honey were are you going remember Benny was going to show you around at 2…
I know…(I glared at her and Dave) and I could frankly care less…I said coldly
Mom: what is the matter with you do not talk to me like that…
Oh really but its ok to talk about me as if I'm some sort of object…
Mom: what are you talking about?
You know dame well what I'm talking about mother you and that…thing (pointing to Dave)
Mom: (standing up) young lady what is the matter with you do not talk like this to either of us…
Right I forgot there is something wrong with me so you want to turn me over to somebody else!
Mom: What are you talking about!
A therapist mom! I heard you! Everything I heard EVERYTHING!
Mom: oh…honey listen-
NO you listen ….no you know what I'm out of here! (I grabed my glove and baseball then left slamming the door behind me)
Mom: Eleanora!
I ran as far as I could from the house glove and baseball in hand…I thought I was suppose to be happy here a fresh start but I knew things would never change without my friends…without my dad…I was…alone…I kept running until I was panting and that's when I looked up and saw…a baseball diamond it was like a dream come true…Almost like the fist time I ever tried playing baseball…
-Flashback-
A man, he was tall, had light brown, short, hair covered in a black baseball cap he was strong, and wise, and clever, and loved baseball he was…my dad. The man Anthony had a daughter with him (me) she was like a mini female version of him she had dark chestnut hair pulled into a ponytail; he ran up to her wrapping his arms around her slim body and picking her up lifting her into the air twirling her around…Laughing the little girl who was 5 years old she was than set down and he placed his black baseball cap onto her head; they were both on a local baseball field…
5-year-old Ellie: Daddy! Daddy! Are you goin to teach me baseball now! She had a hopeful grin on her face her hazel eyes twinkling with laughter…
Dad: You bet I am princess!
Ellie: I told you daddy princess is too girly! She said giggling
Dad: Oh no but you are a girl and you're my girl and my little princess
Ellie: ok daddy I'll let you call me that but no one else…she stated with a toothy grin
Dad: ok now which would you rather try first pitching and catching or hitting…
Ellie: Pitching and catching…
Dad: (grinning) ok now I'm going to throw this to you and you hold out your mitt just remember keep your eye on the ball…
Ellie: ok Daddy…(grinning and she held out her mitt) like this!
Dad: yep just like that…(then he threw the ball)
Ellie: (concentrating hard she held her mitt out to catch the ball and then caught it)
Dad: Good job sweetie! Now try and throw it back to me…umm throw it like you throw the stick for Daisy to get! (Daisy's their dog)
Ellie: ok daddy than she threw him the ball (it was good but not perfect I mean come on its her first try doing this)
Dad: good that was great!
They kept working on catching and throwing for a while until Anthony suggested trying to hit the ball with the bat…he stood behind her placing his hands over hers on the bat and demonstrated swing the bat just right.
Ellie: ok Daddy can I try it now. (Grinning)
Dad: sure princess
He ran to the place he was before than pitched her the ball, unfortunately she missed but they tried it again and again than she hit the ball and it flew across the field.
Dad: (he dropped his mitt and ran toward her) That's my girl! (Then picked her up twirling her around)
They were both laughing they were both so…happy
-End flashback-
Ellie sighed knowing she could never have that again…then she walked by a fence outlining the sandlot she stopped there and started throwing it at the fence then catching it she did this again and again…
Hey everyone this is my first sandlot fan fiction so pleaz don't be to harsh on me ok…But I would like to know what you think…
