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Title: Baseball Blues
Topic: Window
Topic Number: 3
Baseball Blues
Danny wiped the sweat off of his brow and focussed his eyes on home plate. The sun shone brightly and burned the back of his neck, and he figured he would be going home with a sunburn. But now was not the time to worry about such things.
Sam stood at home plate with her hands tightly wrapped around a metal bat. She adjusted the purple baseball cap on her head and smirked. She needed one more homerun to win the game and get eternal bragging rights over Danny and Tucker.
Some neighbourhood kids had gotten together and started a pickup baseball game. They had all gathered on the dirt diamond and started organizing the teams. One comment from a fellow peer saying that baseball wasn't a girl's sport sent Sam into a furious rant. Knowing how his best friend got about these things Danny proposed a game of girls against guys.
Tucker hadn't been happy about this. He knew Sam could kick butt when she put her mind to it and had no doubts that he and Danny were going to be in for a long next few weeks. But he had retrieved a glove and went outfield, his glasses flashing in the sun's rays.
"Are you sure you don't want to drop out now?" Sam taunted as she dug her feet into the dirt. "I'm sure you'll save yourself an embarrassing defeat."
"It's all tied up," Danny snapped. "We still got a chance to win this!"
Sam snorted. "You wish! Throw the ball, Fly Boy."
Scowling Danny slapped the ball into his glove before rearing back and letting it fly. Sam missed it and it landed neatly in the back-catcher's glove. "Strike one!"
The Goth scowled. "Lucky shot," she growled.
Danny smirked and winked at Tucker. He wound up and fired again. It whooshed past Sam and the umpire cried, "Strike two!"
Sam gritted her teeth and tapped her bat against home plate. She readied herself and narrowed her purple eyes. Danny took a deep breath and pitched with all his might.
Crack!
Danny gripped his raven hair as the ball sailed over their heads and deep outfield. "Agh!"
Tucker groaned and shook his head, chucking his glove to the ground and putting his hands on his hips as he watched the ball start to land far from his position. The other guys groaned and complained and whined as the girls whooped and cheered. Sam skipped from base to base, waving dramatically and laughing.
The sound of raining glass caused everyone to freeze. Sam had hit the ball so well it went clear over the fence and right into the window of the house across from the baseball diamond. Glass littered the lawn and a nasty jagged hole had been formed in the middle of the window frame.
"You're paying for that!" Danny called.
The door to the house slammed open and Lancer himself strolled out, clutching his bald head (which now bore a red bump) and holding the baseball so tight it looked like it would burst. His angry eyes settled on the gaping group of kids gathered on the baseball diamond and he started to storm over.
"Run!" someone shouted and everyone scattered.
Danny, Sam and Tucker booked it for the fence and hastily scrambled over. "Of all the windows you had to break, it had to be Lancer's!" Tucker wailed as they sprinted for safety.
"Like I intended for that to happen!" Sam snapped as she ran.
"Less talking and more running. I do not want to spend the next two weeks in detention writing essays and doing community service to pay for his window!" Danny panted.
It was the last pickup game of baseball the kids held for a while.