Here's the first real chapter! Thanks for the reviews! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
I do not own any of the familiar characters.
Chapter 1 The Game
ANAKIN POV:
The crowd's cheering. We're winning. The score's four to three. I'm up to bat.
"You've got it Anakin! Put your hips into it!" I hear dad yelling from third base.
"Hit me home Anakin!" my teammate Gina Albertson yells from third base.
The ball's been pitched. It's a good pitch. I swing hard. I rip it between short stop and second base. The crowd roars.
"Go two! Go two!" Steve yells continually pointing to second base.
"Round and look!" daddy yells.
Sure enough, they're getting it in.
"Get back," he tells me and I obey.
"Good hit, Anakin!" Steve yells when the pitcher gets the ball.
"Nice rip, babe!" daddy yells.
Dad and Steve coaches our travel team. They both played baseball when they were younger, and volunteered to coach softball. Our team's called the Tulsa Indians. Our team's the 16-U team. We're pretty dominant.
The ball gets released, and I get off the bag. The ball gets pass the catcher.
"Get here!" dad yells as I take off.
The ball gets thrown and I slide.
"SAFE!" the umpire yells. I get up.
My teammates and our fans cheer.
"Yeah Anakin!" Chevy yells from the on-deck batter's spot in front of our dugout.
I give her a thumb's up along with a goofy grin. She gives one to me back.
"Way to hustle! Great hit!" dad says enthusiastically. Sometimes, you can't tell that he's thirty-six.
"Way to get dirty!" Pepsi yells.
I look to my right and see my grinning twin brother sitting behind the fence with our fans. I smile at him. He smiles back.
Nikki has a game today. Mom took her there, and Pepsi wanted to come along with us.
"Alright Liz! You got it!" I cheer on my teammate Liz Kelley.
She hits this way foul towards daddy. He jumps to the right really fast to avoid being hit.
"Are you trying to kill your coach?" he asks her jokingly.
"No!" she laughs.
Everyone's laughing. The other team and their fans included.
"She's a lefty, dad. She just hit an outside pitch."
"I know."
"Ha, ha! You about got hit," I laugh pointing at him.
"Wow, thanks for the care," he says sarcastically crossing his arms.
"Watch your back dad!" Pepsi laughs.
"My own kids don't care that I almost got hit," he fake pouts.
"We care, Soda!" my teammates yell from the dugout.
"Thanks, girls," he says fixing his hat.
The ball gets released, and I lead off the bag. It's a ball.
"Remember, there's one out. Hold up if it comes over here or in the air," dad tells me.
The ball is released. Liz hits it right up the middle. I hold up. The ball lands on the ground in the outfield.
"Go, go, go!" dad tells me jumping up and down pointing to home.
I get home, pick up the bat, and watch Liz get to second.
"Yeah Liz!" I yell and head to the dugout.
"Nice job, babe," Chevy tells me giving me a high five.
"Your turn now," I tell her and she goes up to the plate.
CHEVY POV:
I get up to the plate and look for the sign from Soda. There's none which means to just hit away.
"Alright, Chev. You've got it!" dad yells from first.
The ball's pitched and I swing. It goes foul, straight at dad. Stupid outside pitch. He moves out of the way really fast. I try not to laugh, but fail miserably. I laugh along with everyone else.
"You're walking home, child!" he yells messing around.
"Nope," I talk back and get situated in the box.
The ball's pitched. I rip it.
"Keep going! All the way home!" dad yells pointing and jumping up and down.
I round first, second, and third.
"Keep going!" Soda says jumping and pointing also.
I reach home to be surrounded by my teammates. I hit a homerun over the fence.
We cheer. Dad and Soda come over to celebrate with us.
"Forget about walking home," dad says pulling me into a hug.
"Great hit Chevy!" Soda tells me giving me a high five.
"Way to go, girl!" Anakin tells me as we head to the dugout.
We get in the dugout and watch the rest of the inning.
ANAKIN POV:
Lisa Farrier's up. She bunts, but get out at first. She's a really good bunter. The third baseman was right on it though. That's what I tell her when she comes in.
I think we're gonna win this tournament in Chickashaw, Oklahoma. This is the final game. We're in the bottom of the seventh.
Cassidy Shaw is up. She rips it, but gets ripped off by the stupid center fielder who catches it.
"That's game girls!" dad yells.
We all cheer at our victory.
"Shake hands," Steve says.
We get in line to give the other team high fives and tell them "good game."
As we finish we cheer while we run over to the dugout. Steve does his famous Indian screech. We join in.
We get our trophies and get ready to go home.
"You ready, Pepsi-Cola?" dad asks him as we come out.
"Yup," he says as he follows dad and me.
"I wonder how Bridget's game went," dad says.
"I don't know. I'm sure they did good. I'm gonna ask tomorrow," I say.
Our cousin Bridget plays on the 12-U Tulsa Indians. Uncle Darry coaches that team. So, next year when Bridget moves up, dad and Uncle Darry will coach together. Chevy's going up to 18-U. Steve's going with her and coaching them.
"Hopefully Nikki's game went well," dad says.
"Yeah," we say as we get into dad's red Ford. I put my bag in the bed of the truck.
"I call shotgun!" I holler getting in the front. It has a front and a back.
"I call driver," dad says.
"Really? Who else could get us home?" Pepsi asks him playfully.
"Nice one Pepsi," I tell him.
"You're a smarty," dad says. He doesn't like to cuss around us kids, especially Nikki.
He revs up the truck and goes. I start the radio.
"Yes! It's Def Leppard!" I cheer as I hear the introduction of "Rock of Ages."
"Ooo, it's Joe Elliot," Pepsi says to annoy me.
"Shut up! You think Sussanah Hoffs is a babe," I tell him.
"She got ya, bud," dad says at his quietness.
"I guess," he says shrugging his shoulders.
"Rock of ages! Rock of ages! Still rollin', keep a-rollin'. Rock of ages! Rock of ages! Still rollin', rock'n'rollin'. We got the power, got the glory. Just say you need it, and if you need it say 'yeah!'" we sing along with Joe and the boys.
I soon realize it's a long way home. I get so bored on car rides. I fall asleep.
"Anakin, baby. We're home," dad tells me shaking me awake.
"I'm awake," I say opening my eyes.
"Wake up, Pepsi. We're home," he says shaking my brother awake.
He gets up without a word. He blinks a couple times.
"Hey," he says sleepily.
We get out of the car and head inside. I have my trophy in hand.
"Hey," mom greets us.
"Hey mom! We won!" I inform her childishly.
"Great job! Nikki did too," she says.
"Hey, Val," dad says before kissing her.
"Hey Soda. Hey Pepsi."
"Hi mom," my brother says.
"Where's Nik at?" I ask.
"She's out riding teddy," mom answers.
Teddy's her brown male pony. We all have one. I have a brown and white horse. Her name's Sweet Dreams. We call her Dreams for short.
Pepsi has a black boy horse named Dr. Pepper. Pepsi rides him in saddle bronc at rodeos like dad used to. Dreams used to, but I fell and tore a ligament. Daddy told me he did the same thing.
"Let's go ride," Pepsi says.
"Alright!" dad and I say.
Dad has a brown horse named Mickey Mouse. He named him after his old horse. It really wasn't his though. It just always responded to him.
We go out and saddle our horses. We meet up outside the stable and ride until bed time. Tomorrow we get to see the Curtis family. I'm pumped!
There you go. Sorry about the wait. This'll be the last up date for a while. We're going to Disney for a week! I hope you enjoyed and please review.