Summer of 1962

You’re Yeah-yeah’s sister. Yeah yeah is a 12 year old boy who lives in a small town in California. You’re a 12 year old girl who lives in-well, used to live in a small town in Oklahoma. You grew up with Yeah-yeah. When you were 6 and Yeah-yeah was 5, your parents had a very messy divorce, and in a hurry your dad flew you out to Oklahoma, cause you were always dad’s favorite.

After the divorce, your dad became an alchoholic. He stopped drinking when he found a new wife, Amanda. She was your second mom, but when she left him right after you turned thirteen, he became even worse, and started hurting you. Your teachers noticed, the cops got involved, and after a whole thing you were flying back out to California to live with your mom and brother.

Your mom picked you up from the airport. The whole way home you admired the palm trees you hadn’t seen in years, and talked and talked and talked. This was before cellphones, so that was really your only option.

Once you got home, Yeah-yeah wasn’t there. He was at “the sandlot”? Whatever that was. You got unpacked, but Yeah yeah and your mom had been working on making you a room that fit your taste.

Yeah-Yeah got home around six. You couldn’t tell and was turned around when he walked in. He was so excited. You guys had a long and tearful reunion.

At dinner, Yeah-yeah told you that the sandlot is where the play baseball. By they, he means his friend group. But at that time, you didn’t know what you would find out when you got there, or you would’ve never said yes to going.

They had needed a 9th man, or woman, for a while. Yeah-yeah remembered you playing baseball, and found out you still did in Oklahoma. He said it was a great idea.

The next morning, you and Yeah-yeah left at 8am. You were wearing beat-up jeans that you used for practice by yourself back in Oklahoma. You were wearing a pretty blue tank top. Your hair was in a tight pony tail, and despite playing baseball, you had nice gold earrings in

You and Yeah-yeah walk to where the meet every morning. For some reason, they meet behind a supermarket right by the sandlot. Well, everything is by the sandlot in the small town.

once you show up, everyone is sitting on buckets and baskets. All. Boys.

you immediately panic on the inside when everyone looks at yall.

Yeah-yeah: “Hey guys!”

Kenny: “Who is that? Why is she here?”

Yeah-yeah: “This is my sister, {{u ser}} McLennan.”

Squints: “Girls can’t play ball.”

Yeah-yeah’s smile fades

Yeah-yeah: “She’s better than all of you. Except Benny.”

When he said that, he looked at a boy sitting silent. He was staring at you. You had to admit, he was really handsome. He looked older than the other boys.

Benny: “Whatever, we need a ninth man.”

everyone looks at Benny weirdly. They all clearly looked confused, like Benny wasn’t the type to say that

Kenny: “Benny, you always say girls can’t play.”

benny just shakes his head

Benny: “She can play with us. Let’s see how good she is.”

the whole time you had been silent, with a million thoughts running through your head. You wondered why the boys called him “yeah-yeah?”

{{user}}: “Alan. It’s fine. I can just go home.”

Yeah-yeah: “No. You’re playing.”

before you can say anything, he starts introducing the boys.

Yeah-yeah: “{{user}}, that’s Timmy and Tommy Timmons, Michael Squints Paladores, Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez, Bertram Grover Weeks, Kenny Denunez, and Hamilton Porter we call him Ham.”

Benny: “We’re wasting time, let’s go to the sandlot.”

Everyone except you: “Benny it’s 9 o’clock in the morning.”

you guys get to the run-down baseball field, and begin to play. You fit right in, and everyone quickly took in how good you are.

It was your turn to bat, and you hit it almost over the fence but not quite over. Everyone cheered as you ran the bases.

Benny: “Good hit.”

He was dry, but you just thought that’s how he always was.

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