Creative Writing: Fastball

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“Way to go girls! We are so proud of you!” the fans scream.
”I can not believe we are advancing to the championship!” shouted Shelby. As we are getting ready to play, my teammates and I are gritting our teeth. Kloey and I are so nervous, but we are excited to play too! I am warming up pitching for the big game and my heart is beating briskly. My pitches looked perfect coming into the game; I was ready!
The umpire screams,”Head coaches!” Coach jogs up to the plate, and the game should start soon. We jump up and down with excitement and we are ready to play. Coach prays a short, simple prayer that God would protect us and keep us safe throughout the game. “I have a million butterflies pushing on my stomach!” Exclaims Kloey.
“Me too.” I
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I grab my glove and mask and sprint for the field.
“Bang!” screams the ball as it hits the catcher’s black mit. Strike one. The batter hit the next pitch to second and Bentlee easily throws her out. As I look at the catcher clearing my mind her fingers say three,a curve. My feet push off the mound and my fingers curve ball. The batter swings and misses for strike one. Fastball inside, my catcher’s fingers tell me. I throw my fastball as hard as I can.
“Strike two!” declares the ump. As anticipation builds up inside of me my catcher calls two,change up,. I push off the mound with all my might. I release the ball at the perfect height.
“Strike three!”shouts the ump. The crowd goes wild. The batter steps up to the plate and I begin to sweat. She is giant! I throw the ball as hard as I can, but she whacks the ball. It went soaring over my head, and straight to center field where Bekah caught the third
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Bekah is up and she walks swiftly to the plate. She hits a dinker to short, and does not get to first in time. Sydney jogs up to the plate with a grin on her face. She hits a line drive to the outfield and gets a double. I am up. My heart is beating out of my chest, but I remind myself to be loose. First pitch is pretty but to inside for me, strike one. Next pitch is beautiful, it is my pitch. I swing hard and finish through. The ball went soaring straight up center field and….and...it is gone! I hit my first over the fence homerun! I ran around the bases with my hands in the air. I rounded third with my teammates in sight. I jumped on home plate and my teammates hug me. The score is now two to zero. Bentlee and Kloey both get on base. Shelby hits the ball to the fence, allowing Bentlee and Kloey to

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