‼️UNDER HEAVY RE-EDITING ‼️
𝓣his story is about a 13 year old girl named Y/N, who lives in Denver. Trying to solve the case about the mysterious disappearances of the kids that live in that area. With the help of her siblings Finney, and Gwen. Till...
Bruce, being the one who looked more intimidating....
••••
The ball gets passed to Finn.
Grabbing the ball successfully, Finn gets into position. Bruce, getting in position as well.
Holding up the ball, Finn throws the ball with full force! Bruce, missing the ball.
Shaking his head, Bruce huffs. Getting into position, again.
People get up, clapping and cheering.
"YES, FINN!" I yell, clapping my hands.
'Just two more winning throw's, and Finn's team wins!' I think to myself. Too anxious to sit back down.
Positioning himself, Finn throws the ball with full force once again.
Bruce, loosing his composure, completely missing the ball again.
Shaking his head, Bruce glares at Finn.
'YES!' I think to myself. Proud of my brother.
Now the pressure is really kicking in.
Finn gets into position. Taking a quick glance at Donna who smirked, and laughed.
Taking a deep breath, Finn gets into position one last time. Looking a little wobbly, Finn finally throws the ball.
This time, this throw was different. Bruce hits the ball. Making Finn's team loose.
Immediately, I sit down back on my seat. People's cheering, dying down.
'We lost....' I thought, accepting defeat.
Both opposite teams give each other a high five, saying to each other "Good game".
Looking back at the field, I catch Bruce jogging up to Finn with a smile.
"Dang! Your arm is MINT. You almost had me." Bruce say's, pointing his finger at Finn.
Finn smiles, nodding.
"Good game."
"Good game!" Bruce repeats, running back to his winning team.
Walking up to me, Finn sighs.
"We didn't win. But, at least it's now over. Hopefully we'll do better the next baseball season." Finn shrugs, putting on a smile.
"You all did well. You should let yourself feel proud." I say, playfully hitting Finney's shoulder.
"Well, my team and I are gonna go out to eat. Gwen's coming along with her friends. Wanna join?" I shake my head no.
"No, it's alright. I'll pass. You two go." Finn nods, walking away.
Sighing, I start to make my way back home.
••••
The bike ride toy back home was nice. The sun was setting....making the clouds have a cotton-like color. Everything about outside, being peaceful.
Looking ahead, I spot someone who looked familiar up ahead.
Red jacket, and brown pants....
'Paperboy!' I thought, surprised. Immediately pedaling even faster.
Getting off of my bike, I start to make my way up to the boy. His back, facing me. His dog, Rover, catching me. Immediately starting to bark, happily.
Noticing the dogs behavior, paperboy says
"Why so hyper all of a sudden, boy?" The boy asks, confused.
Sprinting towards me, the dog waits to be patted. I, kneeling down and patting the boy.
Turning around, the boy immediately gets up.
"Oh, Miss! I'm surprised to see you here," The boy says, shocked.
Getting up, I smile.
"Well, I do live here. What're you doing?" I ask, curious.
"Oh! Well, there's a neighborhood that I missed delivering newspapers to. So, I have to go and deliver these leftover newspapers...." Paperboy explains, chuckling lightly.
"Oh! I see. Mind if I tag along and help out? If it's no problem...." I offer, in a slight shy tone.
"Oh! It's no problem at all, actually. I could really use the extra help." Paperboy say's.
Grinning, I say
"Great! Hey, we never gave each other our names. I'm Y/N!" I introduce, taking out my hand.
"I'm Billy! Billy Showalter." Billy say's, shaking my hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Billy Showalter."
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