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"Who the hell are you?" the fat one asked me.

"I could ask you the same question, Porky," I replied.

"The name's Porter, Princess."

"The name's Jennifer, Porky."

"Jenny, shut up," Scotty said.

"Why?" I whispered.

"I want them to like me, duh."

"They will, Scotty, just hold on, okay." I turned to Porter with a sneer on my face. "Hey, Porky, don't think I can play silly little baseball?"

"I bet you couldn't play with a gigantic foam ball and a big plastic bat."

"I know for a fact that you couldn't do that, either."

"Well let's see you try to strike me out. I'll give you three throws to get me out, okay, Sweetheart?"

"I know how it works, thank you very much."

Porky went over to get me a ball and glove, and he grabbed himself a bat. Then he walked back over to me and pointed to the pitcher's mound. "That's where you go," he said, as if he was speaking to a kindergartener, "and you need to face me where I go."

"Shut up and walk, Fatty."

We went to our spots, and Porky told me to throw the ball towards his bat. I told him to suck it and shut up.

I threw him a fastball, and STRIKE ONE. Check!

"I wasn't ready, Princess," he called to me.

"Don't care, Porky." Curve ball, STRIKE TWO. Check!

"Jenny, oh Jenny, don't break a nail! Jenny, oh Jenny, you—"

STRIKE THREE YOU'RE OUT! Check and Mate! I smiled a half-smile and walked back over to my brother as the rest of the boys crowded around me.

"That was AWESOME! I'm Bertram Grover Weeks, nice to meet you!"

"You made Ham look like an L-7 Weenie! Michael Palledorous. Call me Squints!"

"Yeah, yeah, that was cool! Alan McClellan. They call me Yeah-Yeah."

"Wow! K-Kenny DeNunez…WOW!"

"You gotta do that more often! –"

"You gotta do that more often!"

"Shut up, Tommy! That's my brother, Tommy. I'm Timmy Timmons. Nice to meet you, Jenny!"

I just smiled and shook everybody's hands. They were so nice! I looked back at Ham and saw him cross his arms and stick his tongue out at me. I walked over to him and said, "How old are you, four?"

"I bet your mother would be very disappointed in you playing in the dirt with the boys, now wouldn't she?"

That struck a cord. I tightened my jaw; swallowed, and said, "Don't ever talk about my mom. You don't know her at all. Scotty doesn't know her; I don't even know her, really… Never again are you to speak of her, understand?"

Ham smiled and said, "Why, did she hurt your little feelings, Bugaboo?"

"Ham, you idiot, shut the hell up!" said a boy I didn't know yet. He turned to Scotty and me. "I'm sorry he's an ass. I'm Benny. If he does anything stupid, let me know."

I couldn't speak. I was fuming, frustrated, and on the verge of tears. They don't understand at all… I nodded at Benny and said, "Scotty, let's go home now. Nice to meet you all, except you, Porky."

I broke on the last word and started to run out of the Sandlot, wiping my moist eyes as I went. I don't even know what Scotty said to me as I left, since I was trying not to burst into tears…

I don't like this chapter at all! I don't think it works well. I'd appreciate any suggestions you might have that might make it better! Thank you for reading!

-WHATaDAY :)