Me no own
~ = time passed
* = conscious
Chapter 4 – Baseballs hurt like HELL!
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"Oh! I like this one!" a girl, about 12, said loudly. "Lets get this one!!!" She was pointing feverishly at the cage where a Welsh Corgi puppy was sleeping. She looked pleadingly at her brother. "Please!" she begged. The older boy, who was about 16, looked slightly frustrated. "Lets get a dog that's.......you know, bigger. His girlfriend glared at him. "They said it was supposed to be HER dog, so get the one that she wants." "Fine." The boy muttered. Not too long later the younger girl was holding the cage and walking outside the pet shop. The other girl gave her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you at school." she said. "See you." the boy said monotonely.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH!
"Oh my god! Little girl! Little girl!" someone screamed. The boy turned around. It was a crash and someone was thrown about ten feet away from the car. The boy's mouth gaped open wide. "No, no, no......." he kept saying over and over again. It was her. He ran over to the girl, but it was too late; she was dead. Hot tears streamed down the boy's face. His sister ran over to him. "No, no, no........" He hugged the body close to him, and put his face in her dingy, now dirty and bloody blonde hair. "No, no, no........" The tears streamed out harder and faster. They mingled with the dirt and blood on her. "Julia........."
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Spike jumped up in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock. "4:32" he sighed. "Just a nightmare. Damn Science, it always puts me to sleep."
"Nandaba!" an older boy named Hayashi called. "You're up." Naota grabbed his favorite aluminum bat from off the ground and walked up to the plate. The pitcher, a well-built boy about 17, took his stance, and pitched the ball. It was the perfect pitch for Naota, right above the plate, but he froze. "STUH-RIKE ONE!" One kid, younger than him, named Angelo, started yelling. "Dammit Nandaba, that was the PERFECT pitch!" Naota groaned audibly. Hayashi tried to be understanding. "You'll hit the next one though, right Nandaba?" Naota nodded and took his stance. The pitcher tossed another easy ball at him and he once again froze. "STUH-RIKE TWO!" His entire team moaned and screamed at him. Angelo was louder than all the rest. He walked up to Naota. "Why are you even on this team, Nandaba! We all know you suck, so why do you even bother." Naota glared at the boy and Angelo stepped back until he was safe within the rest of the team. "Where's Haruko?" he yelled, hyping up the crowd. "I betcha SHE coulda sent those balls flying!" "ENOUGH, Angelo!" Hayashi yelled at the boy. "Try it once more, Nandaba." He walked up to the pitcher. "Hey Inari, give him an easier one." "Aw c'mon Hayashi! They can't GET any easier than that!" Inari said. Hayashi just sighed and walked away. Inari pitched the ball and it went flying. Naota swung at it, but the ball was too high. Naota's head cracked backwards and his body soon followed. It seemed almost as if time had froze; Naota's body making a high arc in the air before he flipped head first on the ground. "Oh my god! Nandaba!" Hayashi, Inari, and the majority of the rest of the team ran over to the unconscious boy. Angelo was in fits of laughter. "Ahahahahahahahaha! Nandaba's HEAD makes a better bat than his bat does!" Hayashi threw the ball that knock Naota out at Angelo. "Shut UP, Angelo! He could really be hurt here!" Angelo looked slightly confused. "Really?" A girl named Ozuwa snapped at him. "YES he could." She then turned to Hayashi. "I'll go get some ice, Ren." Hayashi nodded and Ozuwa ran off.
"Hey! Hey! He's waking up!" Ozuwa shouted. The entire team ran over to Naota. "I am SO sorry, Nandaba! Are you okay?" Inari said. Ozuwa looked at Naota, then at Inari. "He's still really out of it, Inari. I doubt he heard a word that you said." Suddenly Naota came into full awareness. "AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH! MY HEAD!" he screamed, running around in circles, clutching the enormous bump formed on his already bruised face. He fought back the stinging tears of pain as he ran around. "Uh....." the entire team said. "Uh, I guess he's okay, then." Hayashi muttered.
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"NAOTA-KUN! WHAT HAPPENED!" Ed screamed the next day. "Nothing." he said calmly. "Your brother beat me up and I got hit in the head by a speeding baseball." He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and felt around. "What's this?" he thought as he ran his fingers over a piece of paper. "Oh right. That was the picture." He pulled the picture out and held it in front of Ed. "Hey, Ed, what's up with this picture....." Ed yanked the picture out of his hand before he could even finish. "That's Spike-person's favorite picture! Naota-kun is in a lot of trouble when Spike-person finds out it's lost and Naota-kun has it!" "Wha-what!?!" "It's Spike-person and Jule-Jule on the day she died...........eep, Ed shouldn't have said that!" "Died?" "It's all Spike-person has left to remember Jule-Jule after she died. Naota-kun is in a LOT of trouble, now!" Naota sank low into his seat with worry. "Oh GREAT!" he thought.
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Later that day Naota was sitting watching the Boy's Varsity track meet. Runner #39 was Spike. He watched the older boy run by in a cloud of brown dust. "He's incredibly fast." Naota thought. He shuddered to think of what Spike would do to him if he found out that he had his picture of him and his dead girlfriend. 'I'll just tell him I found it.' he thought and nodded to himself. It was the truth. Spike dropped it and he picked. *quit the bull, Nandaba.* 'It's the truth!' he thought. *like hell it is. you could have chased after him!* 'SHADDUP! SHADDUP! SHADDUP AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!'
He shuffled nervously over to where Spike was sitting on the bench and tapped him on the shoulder. Spike looked up. "Yo." "Hey, Spike........uh, I found this the other day..........uh, I think its yours......." he stammered and stuffed the picture in Spike's hand. Spike unfolded the picture and looked at it, astonished. "H-how.........whu-where..........uh, thanks."
~ = time passed
* = conscious
Chapter 4 – Baseballs hurt like HELL!
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"Oh! I like this one!" a girl, about 12, said loudly. "Lets get this one!!!" She was pointing feverishly at the cage where a Welsh Corgi puppy was sleeping. She looked pleadingly at her brother. "Please!" she begged. The older boy, who was about 16, looked slightly frustrated. "Lets get a dog that's.......you know, bigger. His girlfriend glared at him. "They said it was supposed to be HER dog, so get the one that she wants." "Fine." The boy muttered. Not too long later the younger girl was holding the cage and walking outside the pet shop. The other girl gave her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you at school." she said. "See you." the boy said monotonely.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH!
"Oh my god! Little girl! Little girl!" someone screamed. The boy turned around. It was a crash and someone was thrown about ten feet away from the car. The boy's mouth gaped open wide. "No, no, no......." he kept saying over and over again. It was her. He ran over to the girl, but it was too late; she was dead. Hot tears streamed down the boy's face. His sister ran over to him. "No, no, no........" He hugged the body close to him, and put his face in her dingy, now dirty and bloody blonde hair. "No, no, no........" The tears streamed out harder and faster. They mingled with the dirt and blood on her. "Julia........."
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Spike jumped up in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock. "4:32" he sighed. "Just a nightmare. Damn Science, it always puts me to sleep."
"Nandaba!" an older boy named Hayashi called. "You're up." Naota grabbed his favorite aluminum bat from off the ground and walked up to the plate. The pitcher, a well-built boy about 17, took his stance, and pitched the ball. It was the perfect pitch for Naota, right above the plate, but he froze. "STUH-RIKE ONE!" One kid, younger than him, named Angelo, started yelling. "Dammit Nandaba, that was the PERFECT pitch!" Naota groaned audibly. Hayashi tried to be understanding. "You'll hit the next one though, right Nandaba?" Naota nodded and took his stance. The pitcher tossed another easy ball at him and he once again froze. "STUH-RIKE TWO!" His entire team moaned and screamed at him. Angelo was louder than all the rest. He walked up to Naota. "Why are you even on this team, Nandaba! We all know you suck, so why do you even bother." Naota glared at the boy and Angelo stepped back until he was safe within the rest of the team. "Where's Haruko?" he yelled, hyping up the crowd. "I betcha SHE coulda sent those balls flying!" "ENOUGH, Angelo!" Hayashi yelled at the boy. "Try it once more, Nandaba." He walked up to the pitcher. "Hey Inari, give him an easier one." "Aw c'mon Hayashi! They can't GET any easier than that!" Inari said. Hayashi just sighed and walked away. Inari pitched the ball and it went flying. Naota swung at it, but the ball was too high. Naota's head cracked backwards and his body soon followed. It seemed almost as if time had froze; Naota's body making a high arc in the air before he flipped head first on the ground. "Oh my god! Nandaba!" Hayashi, Inari, and the majority of the rest of the team ran over to the unconscious boy. Angelo was in fits of laughter. "Ahahahahahahahaha! Nandaba's HEAD makes a better bat than his bat does!" Hayashi threw the ball that knock Naota out at Angelo. "Shut UP, Angelo! He could really be hurt here!" Angelo looked slightly confused. "Really?" A girl named Ozuwa snapped at him. "YES he could." She then turned to Hayashi. "I'll go get some ice, Ren." Hayashi nodded and Ozuwa ran off.
"Hey! Hey! He's waking up!" Ozuwa shouted. The entire team ran over to Naota. "I am SO sorry, Nandaba! Are you okay?" Inari said. Ozuwa looked at Naota, then at Inari. "He's still really out of it, Inari. I doubt he heard a word that you said." Suddenly Naota came into full awareness. "AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH! MY HEAD!" he screamed, running around in circles, clutching the enormous bump formed on his already bruised face. He fought back the stinging tears of pain as he ran around. "Uh....." the entire team said. "Uh, I guess he's okay, then." Hayashi muttered.
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"NAOTA-KUN! WHAT HAPPENED!" Ed screamed the next day. "Nothing." he said calmly. "Your brother beat me up and I got hit in the head by a speeding baseball." He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and felt around. "What's this?" he thought as he ran his fingers over a piece of paper. "Oh right. That was the picture." He pulled the picture out and held it in front of Ed. "Hey, Ed, what's up with this picture....." Ed yanked the picture out of his hand before he could even finish. "That's Spike-person's favorite picture! Naota-kun is in a lot of trouble when Spike-person finds out it's lost and Naota-kun has it!" "Wha-what!?!" "It's Spike-person and Jule-Jule on the day she died...........eep, Ed shouldn't have said that!" "Died?" "It's all Spike-person has left to remember Jule-Jule after she died. Naota-kun is in a LOT of trouble, now!" Naota sank low into his seat with worry. "Oh GREAT!" he thought.
~
Later that day Naota was sitting watching the Boy's Varsity track meet. Runner #39 was Spike. He watched the older boy run by in a cloud of brown dust. "He's incredibly fast." Naota thought. He shuddered to think of what Spike would do to him if he found out that he had his picture of him and his dead girlfriend. 'I'll just tell him I found it.' he thought and nodded to himself. It was the truth. Spike dropped it and he picked. *quit the bull, Nandaba.* 'It's the truth!' he thought. *like hell it is. you could have chased after him!* 'SHADDUP! SHADDUP! SHADDUP AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!'
He shuffled nervously over to where Spike was sitting on the bench and tapped him on the shoulder. Spike looked up. "Yo." "Hey, Spike........uh, I found this the other day..........uh, I think its yours......." he stammered and stuffed the picture in Spike's hand. Spike unfolded the picture and looked at it, astonished. "H-how.........whu-where..........uh, thanks."