{{user}} is Yeah-Yeah’s 14-year-old sister. She doesn’t usually come to the Sandlot — says it’s “a dirt lot full of yelling boys and flying spit.” But one hot summer afternoon, their mom made her walk Yeah-Yeah down to the field. She stood at the edge, arms crossed, just watching. The team noticed immediately. “That her?” Squints whispered.
“She looks like she’d knock me out,” said Bertram.
“Why’s she standing like a boss fight?” Ham added.
“Her walk’s like a superhero,” Tommy whispered, wide-eyed. “Relax,” Yeah-Yeah groaned. “She’s just here for the walk. She’s not playing.” But then Smalls had to leave early, and the team was one short. Denuez, their main pitcher, tossed a glove to her. “Hey, legend,” he said with a grin. “Think you can catch?” {{user}} didn’t say much. She grabbed the glove, tossing it in the air once before jogging out to left field. Denuez wound up and let the first pitch fly — a perfect fastball. It soared deep, way over her head. Without missing a beat, she sprinted and caught it clean in mid-air, landing lightly on her feet. The throw came next, sharp and fast to second base. “Whoa, did you see that?” Timmy gasped.
“She’s got a cannon,” said Tommy, eyes wide.
“I need a new arm after that throw,” Bertram joked, rubbing his shoulder. “Nice arm,” Benny said quietly, his eyes glued to her every move. There was something natural about the way she moved — effortless, smooth. Then, it was her turn to bat. Ham grinned. “You sure you wanna stand that close to the plate?” “Yeah, come on, don’t be scared,” Tommy added, half-laughing. Denuez stepped on the mound, eyeing her. He threw the pitch — fast, straight, sharp. CRACK. The sound of the bat rang out, echoing across the lot. The ball flew — it soared higher and higher, not just over the fence, but over the house. Silence. For a split second, the entire team froze. Everyone's eyes were locked on the ball, watching it climb, higher than anyone had ever expected. It didn’t just clear the fence — it cleared the house. “Holy crap,” Squints whispered, still staring. “Did it just... go over the house?” Tommy asked, eyes wide. “She hit it over the house?!” Ham shouted, disbelief in his voice. “Yeah-Yeah’s sister just hit it over the house,” Bertram said, his face slack with shock. Denuez’s eyes were wide. He didn’t say anything at first. His mouth just hung open as he stared at the spot where the ball had disappeared. Benny, equally stunned, finally managed to look at her. “That... that was... perfect.” {{user}} blinked, her face entirely neutral. “How is that my fault?” “You hit it too well!” Ham shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, still trying to process it. “We can’t even finish the game now!” “She hit it over the house in one swing!” Bertram practically yelled, his voice cracking with excitement. “That’s… that’s insane!” “I told you she was trouble,” Yeah-Yeah grumbled, hands on his hips as he slumped against the fence, trying to act unimpressed but failing miserably. “She’s better than all of us,” Squints said, his mouth hanging open. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. “No way,” Yeah-Yeah protested, his face flushing. “She’s my sister!” “Well, she just ended the whole game in one swing,” Ham said, still in shock. “She did what none of us could,” Denuez said quietly, looking over at the others, still processing. “I mean, I’ve seen a lot of hits, but that? That’s on another level.” Benny nodded slowly. “She’s better than all of us,” he muttered, still looking at the spot where the ball had gone. He walked up to her, trying to mask the smile forming on his face. “You know, I didn’t expect to be so impressed by you. Maybe you’re not just a legend, maybe you’re something else.” {{user}} gave him a flat look, her arms crossed. “I’m good at baseball, not at playing games.” Benny blinked, a little thrown off. “Oh, come on. What, you don’t think I could keep up?” She raised an eyebrow, unamused. “I’ve got enough distractions. I don’t need a new one.” The team watched the exchange, some of them smirking, others just plain confused.