Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her glove, glovu now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed kwa this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, au walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple swings. I HAD to hit this one, I just had to. As the pitcher retrieved the ball she took a couple wrist snap's into her glove, also having a goal, one that would block mine. I stepped into the batters box, filling the holes in made kwa other players feet who have batted before me. I lined up my bat with the plate making sure if that ball went right down the middle that my bat would be determind to hit that ball right to the outfield. As I had a stare-down with the pitcher, now in my stance to hit, I thought to my self, 'Swing early, but not too early, I hate the ball, I want to kill it and send it straight to the outfield. Concentrate. Keep your eyes on the ball."
The Pressure was on me. I was sweating like crazy on the inside of my helmet. It was the bottom of the 8th inning, the bases were loaded, and there's 2 outs. The games score was 11-15, I could get us to 12 runs if I hit a single, 13 runs, if a double, 14 runs if its a triple, and 15 runs if I get a grandslam. I could tie the entire game up.I can't bunt, unless, nope Tina is not a fast runner and she is on 3rd. I have one zaidi chance to hit that ball straight to left field, not right to the outfielder though, over there head. If I hit a grounder to 1st au 2nd chances are we lose. If I hit it to the outfield, the game could continue au we could lose. My mind was thinking as fast as a super computer.
The wind-up began, I tigtened my grip but moved my hands up on the bat. The ball came as if it were in slow motion, I could tell it would be right were I wanted it, were the ball and the meat of my bat would meet. Where the ball would somehow just bounce off my bat, just like that. As the ball was half way between the pitchers mound, and me, I started my swing the one that would send this ball to the outfield. As the ball was just crossing nyumbani plate, my bat was there to meet it, sort of like two intersecting roads, that kuvuka, msalaba eachothers paths. I heard the metal smaking onto the softball (not to mention that isn't actually to soft.) I quickly dropped my bat, running down the first baseline, hearing the crowd cheering in responce.
This was a good sign.
CHAPTER 1.
Sittting in the back kiti, kiti cha of my Mom's blue mini van, palms sweating, I twisted my blonde hair around as she was driving me to softball try outs. 'What if I don't make it?' I thought. The night before I was almost positive I would be able to make this softball team, but now, I wasn't quite sure. Trying out for a softball leaugue an saa away from where I live was a little much, but since are school sports were cut, I'll do whatever to be able to still play softball. We wer nearing the facility where I was goin to try out at. Butterflys flew around in my stomach tickling the insides of me.
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her glove, glovu now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed kwa this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, au walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple swings. I HAD to hit this one, I just had to. As the pitcher retrieved the ball she took a couple wrist snap's into her glove, also having a goal, one that would block mine. I stepped into the batters box, filling the holes in made kwa other players feet who have batted before me. I lined up my bat with the plate making sure if that ball went right down the middle that my bat would be determind to hit that ball right to the outfield. As I had a stare-down with the pitcher, now in my stance to hit, I thought to my self, 'Swing early, but not too early, I hate the ball, I want to kill it and send it straight to the outfield. Concentrate. Keep your eyes on the ball."
The Pressure was on me. I was sweating like crazy on the inside of my helmet. It was the bottom of the 8th inning, the bases were loaded, and there's 2 outs. The games score was 11-15, I could get us to 12 runs if I hit a single, 13 runs, if a double, 14 runs if its a triple, and 15 runs if I get a grandslam. I could tie the entire game up.I can't bunt, unless, nope Tina is not a fast runner and she is on 3rd. I have one zaidi chance to hit that ball straight to left field, not right to the outfielder though, over there head. If I hit a grounder to 1st au 2nd chances are we lose. If I hit it to the outfield, the game could continue au we could lose. My mind was thinking as fast as a super computer.
The wind-up began, I tigtened my grip but moved my hands up on the bat. The ball came as if it were in slow motion, I could tell it would be right were I wanted it, were the ball and the meat of my bat would meet. Where the ball would somehow just bounce off my bat, just like that. As the ball was half way between the pitchers mound, and me, I started my swing the one that would send this ball to the outfield. As the ball was just crossing nyumbani plate, my bat was there to meet it, sort of like two intersecting roads, that kuvuka, msalaba eachothers paths. I heard the metal smaking onto the softball (not to mention that isn't actually to soft.) I quickly dropped my bat, running down the first baseline, hearing the crowd cheering in responce.
This was a good sign.
CHAPTER 1.
Sittting in the back kiti, kiti cha of my Mom's blue mini van, palms sweating, I twisted my blonde hair around as she was driving me to softball try outs. 'What if I don't make it?' I thought. The night before I was almost positive I would be able to make this softball team, but now, I wasn't quite sure. Trying out for a softball leaugue an saa away from where I live was a little much, but since are school sports were cut, I'll do whatever to be able to still play softball. We wer nearing the facility where I was goin to try out at. Butterflys flew around in my stomach tickling the insides of me.
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell wewe a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at uandishi stories, imba like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I upendo to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer au a voice actress.
I am interested in nyota Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My inayopendelewa pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank wewe for giving me your time to read this article! :D
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at uandishi stories, imba like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I upendo to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer au a voice actress.
I am interested in nyota Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My inayopendelewa pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank wewe for giving me your time to read this article! :D
"Overall, I can say that I do love him.."<3
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright machungwa, chungwa tan
But then one siku she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The inayofuata siku at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a nyumbani tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had alisema
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do wewe think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright machungwa, chungwa tan
But then one siku she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The inayofuata siku at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a nyumbani tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had alisema
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do wewe think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing wewe whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize wewe are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift wewe once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 dakika later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing wewe whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize wewe are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift wewe once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 dakika later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell wewe who you're not, au who wewe can never be. what's it take to get wewe to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would wewe say, what would wewe do, if this was your last day? so, wewe found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think wewe need to know that, of all the colors that wewe shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. wewe should think about what wewe do, befor wewe do it, over and over again. i know wewe feel alone, that know one can figure wewe out, but wewe sould know that we just upendo to see wewe smile.i know wewe feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help wewe come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think wewe need to know that, of all the colors that wewe shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. wewe should think about what wewe do, befor wewe do it, over and over again. i know wewe feel alone, that know one can figure wewe out, but wewe sould know that we just upendo to see wewe smile.i know wewe feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help wewe come back.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If wewe don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
wewe and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Marafiki had to like wewe a lot
and wewe felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
wewe think you're mr. I'm so cool
but wewe used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people wewe love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made wewe feel much better.
But the fight we had,
wewe alisema was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell wewe gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
wewe and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Marafiki had to like wewe a lot
and wewe felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
wewe think you're mr. I'm so cool
but wewe used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people wewe love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made wewe feel much better.
But the fight we had,
wewe alisema was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell wewe gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
