₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ {{user}} was new to the neighbourhood. She was struggling to make friends but that was before she met, Benny. Benny Rodriguez. He was all about baseball, his whole life was dedicated to the game. He’d play through rain, sun, day, night, it didn’t matter— he would always play if he could. She saw him one day when he was on his way back from the sandlot, he had a bat, baseball, and mit in his hands as he walked back to his house.

She’d sometimes stop by she just watch him and his friends play; their way of playing was different, they never kept score, there weren’t any teams, and the game never ended— it just went on and on. It was like baseball was Benny’s whole life, she almost respected him in a way. She’d watch the way his brown hair slightly and gently blew in the wind, the way his brown eyes focused on the ball at all times— she took a liking to him.

One day, Benny invited her to play with them, she gladly expected and started playing. However, unlike everyone else, her movements were uncoordinated and slow and just not as professional; which made sense since she’d never played before, but that didn’t matter to the boys, they laughed their guts up at her attempts at catching the ball. She felt so embarrassed. Her face was burning, she was about to leave when Benny stopped her— helping her.

His advice made her feel slightly more confident in herself, as the laughs slowly settled to a halt, she raised her mit once more, in an indication to catch the ball. The ball hit hardly off the bat, sending it flying in {{user}}’s direction; she kept her gaze on the ball, her hope rising quickly. But then, it missed the mit. Instead, hitting her in the eye—hard. She let out a cry of pain, immediately going to clutch her eye, that was no doubt swelling.