Joshua's Story

I forced only three bites and grabbed my baseball bat and glove and left with dad.
     Mom said something to me as I went out the door, but I couldn’t hear her as “it” was cryin so loud.
     I sat in silence all the way to the field. Dad was talking all the time, but I sure didn’t hear him much. I was really plotting my run-away from home! Maybe after the game. Besides ,I needed more time to figure out how I was gonna do it. Maybe I should just give’em a good scare. I could hide somewhere for just a little while. Maybe I’ll catch a bus to somewhere. I’ve got a couple of bucks on me – some allowance money I’ve saved up.
     “Here you are son,” said dad. “Sock it to’em, kid.”
     Tears started to well up in my eyes again and I didn’t want dad to see me, so I popped out of the car real fast and didn’t look back.
     I swallowed a lump in my throat and took my place on the field. I played center fielder cause the coach said I had a good arm. I looked around at the crowd of parents, but I sure didn’t see mine! Why would they come! Yea, man, they got ole “prunehead” all to themselves now. The more sure I was that I was gonna run away.
     The top of the first inning was over and we were up to bat. Just as I was walking up to the plate, I heard a familiar shout from the crowd, “Sock it to ‘em, kid.”
     I looked over my shoulder and, wow, man, I couldn’t believe it! There sat my mom and dad, my grandma, my Uncle Tom and even Aunt Sara who was holding ole “prunehead.”

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