It was a warm and sunny day, not the kind where you were sweating head to toe though. The kind where it was comfortable, like a patch of soft lilies, when Sabrina and I drove to softball. We were so excited we ran to our coach at the other side of the field in a blink of an eye.
“Race ya!” I said, while running.
Sabrina was way too fast. “Wait up!” I shouted to Sabrina.
“I won,” exclaimed Sabrina. It was too late. I hurried to the bench and tried to ignore that winning talk.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I thought to myself. I Grabbed my glove from my softball bag and speed walked to the black bag of balls. By the time I got there I was practically limping because I was so tired. I pulled out a new clean ball. I walked back to Sabrina and grabbed her by the wrist.”Lets go” I groaned loudly at her, pulling her onto the field.
I raised my arm into a L shape and released the ball angled toward her glove. The throw was not perfect but at least she caught it “KABOOM!” The sound was so loud that it sounded like a million birds chirping. She threw me the ball and I bent my arm ready to catch it. My glove was in front of my chest, I shut my eyes and then opened them. The ball was in my glove.
“Good catch,” Sabrina said.
“Come in for tournament warm up,” the coach shouted. The sound of everybody running in sounded like giant monsters stomping through trees. Suddenly shivers came across me.
“I hope I catch the ball” I worried to myself. It was my turn. I threw the ball to coach, then he threw me a grounder, a line drive, and a pop up.
“So disappointed that I didn’t catch all the balls,” I thought to myself as I made my way back to the dugout to get ready for the scrimmage to begin.
The scrimmage began. Finally, it was my turn at bat. Coach threw me the ball. I swung my bat through the warm silk air but I was too busy looking at my teammates watching me so I missed the ball.
“Strike” coach Jim called.
“Why did I pay attention to them?” I thought to myself. His voice echoed in my head like a bolt of lightning. I breathed in and out three times. I got into a ready stance to hit the ball.
“One. Two. three. Swing!” I murmured to myself. In a flick of time I did what my brain told me to do. CLUNK. The bat made a crashing sound into the ball. The sound was so loud that I had to hold my ears shut and run.
“WOOHOO,” my teammates cheered. The ball went all the way out in the outfield.
“RUN! RUN! RUN!” my teammates and coaches shouted. I ran to first base without the ball getting near me. I was so proud of myself.
Another batter hit so far that I flew to home plate.
At the end of the scrimmage coach said, “pack up.”
While packing up I thought to myself “will I ever make that great swing again?” I couldn’t wait for the next practice.
It was a warm and sunny day, not the kind where you were sweating head to toe though. The kind where it was comfortable, like a patch of soft lilies, when Sabrina and I drove to softball. We were so excited we ran to our coach at the other side of the field in a blink of an eye.
“Race ya!” I said, while running.
Sabrina was way too fast. “Wait up!” I shouted to Sabrina.
“I won,” exclaimed Sabrina. It was too late. I hurried to the bench and tried to ignore that winning talk.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I thought to myself. I Grabbed my glove from my softball bag and speed walked to the black bag of balls. By the time I got there I was practically limping because I was so tired. I pulled out a new clean ball. I walked back to Sabrina and grabbed her by the wrist.”Lets go” I groaned loudly at her, pulling her onto the field.
I raised my arm into a L shape and released the ball angled toward her glove. The throw was not perfect but at least she caught it “KABOOM!” The sound was so loud that it sounded like a million birds chirping. She threw me the ball and I bent my arm ready to catch it. My glove was in front of my chest, I shut my eyes and then opened them. The ball was in my glove.
“Good catch,” Sabrina said.
“Come in for tournament warm up,” the coach shouted. The sound of everybody running in sounded like giant monsters stomping through trees. Suddenly shivers came across me.
“I hope I catch the ball” I worried to myself. It was my turn. I threw the ball to coach, then he threw me a grounder, a line drive, and a pop up.
“So disappointed that I didn’t catch all the balls,” I thought to myself as I made my way back to the dugout to get ready for the scrimmage to begin.
The scrimmage began. Finally, it was my turn at bat. Coach threw me the ball. I swung my bat through the warm silk air but I was too busy looking at my teammates watching me so I missed the ball.
“Strike” coach Jim called.
“Why did I pay attention to them?” I thought to myself. His voice echoed in my head like a bolt of lightning. I breathed in and out three times. I got into a ready stance to hit the ball.
“One. Two. three. Swing!” I murmured to myself. In a flick of time I did what my brain told me to do. CLUNK. The bat made a crashing sound into the ball. The sound was so loud that I had to hold my ears shut and run.
“WOOHOO,” my teammates cheered. The ball went all the way out in the outfield.
“RUN! RUN! RUN!” my teammates and coaches shouted. I ran to first base without the ball getting near me. I was so proud of myself.
Another batter hit so far that I flew to home plate.
At the end of the scrimmage coach said, “pack up.”
While packing up I thought to myself “will I ever make that great swing again?” I couldn’t wait for the next practice.