Chapter One: Baseball Mishap
"Hit the damn ball already!" Kenny screamed.
I twisted my black and red baseball cap to the side and gripped the bat, ready to swing.
Allen smiled devilishly and drew the ball back before throwing it as hard as he could towards me. I pulled my whole body back and swung with the bat. I heard an echo from inside the metal baseball bat as it collided with the ball. I watched it fly through the air and saw my friends raced to catch it. I bolted to first base, then second, and right as I was ready to run to third I heard the shattering of a window in the distance.
"Shit, Nikki run!" I heard Allen scream in his rough voice but I was already bolting for our bikes and skate boards that rested half way through the large, empty field.
We raced over and started throwing our baseball equipment into our back packs when we heard an old lady scream about us being evil hooligans as we raced off. I watched as Christa's natural red hair disappeared behind the corner, and then came back. I heard her scream just as a cop car raced down the alley.
"This was such a good idea Allen!" I yelled sarcastically skating down the alley past him, avoiding trash bins and tree roots as I did so.
"Hey, you went along with it didn't you?" He laughed as he attempted to catch up to me on his old bike that was practically falling apart from under his large frame.
I was about to look back to talk to him face to face but then realized he was already beside me. "I thought we were going to the baseball field not a random field next to a bunch of nice breakable windows!" I shouted at him as I skated around street cat, its screech echoing off of a trash can and intensifying.
I laughed just before I used a piece of wood balancing on a log as a ramp and jumped over a ditch that he has to go around. His curse and the cop sirens faded away as we raced on. Whenever we got in to trouble we'd split up and meet back under the over pass in the older part of town so we could make sure none of us had been caught, and to have a good laugh of course.
When I reached the over pass I was greeted by the familiar sound of metal music blasting from Roxanne's shitty 1985 Toyota speakers. I raced over, abandoning my skate board, and had a head count, all the girls were present and that day it seemed like the guys were the ones lagging behind.
"All right we've accomplished something now load up your shit in the trunk." Roxanne ordered opening her car trunk and throwing her scooter in the back, followed by her and Christa's back packs.
Christa started to fit her mountain bike on the bike rack that was attached to the back of Roxanne's car just as Kenny pulled up breathing heavily and throwing his bike to the side. He fell to his knees and staggered to get up while saying, "Guys we have to bolt." He breathed and reached in through the broken window of the car, grabbing the keys from the sun visor, and throwing them to Roxanne.
"Where’s Allen?" I asked and threw my back pack into the trunk as he did the same, the clips on our backpacks clinking together.
"He's the distraction, now move!" He ordered putting his bike on the rack and taking Christa's bike from her since she was being too slow for him, like usual. He strained to hold both bikes but managed it well enough.
Her face turned as red as her hair as she boiled over with rage. She hated it when he not only ordered her around but when he acted like she didn't know anything. It wasn't like Kenny enjoyed bossing people around; it was just the way he had to get their attention. It wasn’t that he thought she couldn’t do anything; it was more that he thought she was doing it wrong.