A week had passed, the Belchers were getting ready to enjoy a little more normal fun. "MOM, DAD, LETS GO!" Louise screamed from downstairs. "Louise, calm down. Your never usually this invested in baseball." Bob said as he came downstairs, followed by the rest of the family. "Well I never have someone to be invested in. But Reggies playing so I have reason to go. So let's GO!" The young girl yelled again. "Alright little Missy hold your horses. I'm not so sure you should be hanging out with Reggie anymore." Linda said. "Wait, what? Mom!" Louise said. "I'm serious Louise, you almost got blown up! And besides, I'm worried that all these expensive gifts are going to your head." Louise rolled her eyes. "Mom come on, just because I can finally afford stuff I couldn't before Reggie doesn't mean it'll change me. And your just saying that because you don't like him!" "What?!" Linda yelled. "Okay okay, everyone calm down. It's been a very long day, and we're all gonna go to the ballpark and enjoy ourselves. Alright?" Bob asked. The girls stood at odds for a moment, then Linda sighed. "Alright. I'm sorry Louise. I'm just getting used to my baby girl growing up, ya know?" Linda asked. "Um, okay? Sorry I guess." Louise shrugged, indifferent to her moms weird emotional reaction. "Okay. Now let's go." Bob said, and the family headed to the car.
The Belchers pulled into the game and Louise scrambled out as fast as she could. The young girl reached the dugout for the high school team, the Sea Devils. The school was known for its scouting, and who had ended up as the starting pitcher? Reggie. Yes, a 10 year old can pitch for a high school team, don't worry about it! Louise worked her way through the stands and found a seat behind the home dugout, where Reggie was waiting. "Hey you." Reggie greeted, sneaking a peck over the fence to his girl. "Hey. So, you can really play for high school teams?" "Yeah, I mean if your good." Louise smirked. "And are you?" Reggie flashed a grin as the game began. "Watch and learn Baby Bear." He said before taking the mound. Louise blushed and headed back to her family. 7 innings later Reggie was proving why he played at the high school level. The 10 year old was pitching a perfect game and had homered twice, whipping the crowd into a frenzy. In between innings the two had been talking and laughing and enjoying each other. Louise returned and went to her father. "Dad, can I have some money? I'm hungry." "Uh, yeah sure." Bob said, digging a few dollars out of his pocket and handing it to his youngest. "Dad I want money to!" Gene yelled. "For what?" "Uhhhhhhhh, I don't know." Gene admitted. "Then why did you ask?" Bob pointed out. "Because I like money!" "Dad can I have money to buy Jimmy Junior some food?" Tina asked. "Tina is Jimmy Junior even here?" Tina shrugged. "You never know. Maybe he's in the parking lot waiting for me. Shirtless." "Why would he-you know what, I don't even want to know." Bob said. "Are you sure?" Tina asked. "Yes Tina." "What if it's good!" Gene yelled. "Gene stop it." Louise rolled her eyes and ran off. She took her spot in line and quickly grew impatient. A few minutes later a group of boys started pushing through the line, shoving Louise out of the way. "Hey! Hey! Go to the back!" Louise yelled. One of the boys turned around. "Hey pip squeak, shut up!" Louise looked up at him defiantly. "I'm sorry, did I stutter? Get LOST!" The young girl shouted. The boy rolled his eyes and ignored her. "Okay, you asked for it. RAGH!" Louise yelled, diving and taking the kid down at his knees. "WHOA! Okay okay take it easy!" The kid yelled. "Wait that's it? Your not gonna fight?" Louise asked. "No! It's just a freaking hot dog, I wasn't that hungry anyway." Louise shrugged. "Okay. Whatever then." Then a voice. "Hey BITCH. What do you think your doing on top of my man?" Louise looked back to see the most stereotypical ghetto black girl in the history of the world. She was wearing a pink tube top, apple bottom jeans, and dreadlocks down to her waist. "Oh wow. Who let the skank in the house?" Louise muttered. "Excuse me? What the HELL did you just call me bitch?" The girl yelled. "Why are you talking like that? You sound like Donna from Cleveland Show. And that is bad." "Oh you wanna go half pint?" The girl yelled. "Wait what-OOF!" Louise yelled as the girl delivered a swift kick to the stomach. "Owwwww." Louise moaned. "Teach to rub up on my man." The girl said. "That pussy is your boyfriend. Shows your standards." Louise said, then proceeded to get beat up. "That's enough out of you. I don't wanna see you around here no more. You see me little girl? You remember my face. You remember my name. My name Sasha. You remember it!" "I'll remember." Louise moaned. "Good girl. You forget, I will whoop your little white ass black! Got it? Good." Sasha said, walking off. Louise groaned and pulled herself to her feet. "Fuck." She said, limping away.