Isabella heard the loud cheering from the stands as she walked up to bat. Bringing up the bat to her shoulder, Isabella stared determinedly at the pitcher, ready to hit. Although it was the bottom of the ninth, and Isabella was the final hitter. If she hit a home run, she would send her three team mates on each base, her team would win. If she couldn't, then she would let her whole team down. But Isabella wasn't worried.

Isabella felt confidence pumping threw her veins as the pitcher threw the ball. The ball seemed to fly in slow motion, Isabella focused intensely as she focused all her energy on her swing. Very distantly, she heard the ball crack and without thinking, Isabella sprinted toward first base.

There was loud cheering from the stands, but Isabella barely heard it. She didn't stop until she slid into home base. The crowd rushed toward Isabella, her team lifting her up in the air.

"Isabella! Isabella! Isabella!" They praised loudly.

Isabella looked around for a familiar face. She was worried that he hadn't shown up until she saw his smiling face in the back of the crowd. Waving to Phineas, Isabella smiled.

"Thanks for showing up." Isabella said softly as Phineas waved back, his face still glowing.