"This pop isn't working Benny. I'm baking like a toasted cheeser, its so hot here!" Ham complained.
"Its 150 degrees out there, you can't play baseball. You have to call it for today." Squints demanded with everyone including I begging to call it off.
"Vote then. Anybody who wants to be a can't hacket, panty waist, who wears their momma's bra -- raise your hand." Benny said.
Everyone raised their hand, even me.
"Fine, fine, fine! Be like that, so what are we going to do?"
Yeah-yeah began to laugh like a total idiot when benny finished his sentence. I eyed everyone one the bleachers, I was sitting on the far end right next to Rachel, and next to her was Santana.
"To the pool honey's!" Everyone yelled at once.
Rachel and Santana rolled their eyes, I sat there in confusion. "Pool honey's?" I asked.
"It's a pool full of moms in bathing suits, but every boy in town goes there because of the life guard, Wendy Peffercorn." Santana said along with another eye roll.
"Well I have better things to do." Rachel said getting up. She looked at me and then Santana. "Coming?"
"Yeah, are you coming Megan?" Santana asked.
I looked between the two girls in front of me then at the group of boys.
"Actually, my mom wants me home early today." I said getting up and stuffing my hands into my jean pocket.
"Why?" Benny asked.
"She wants me home because my sister is coming and she wants to go shopping for my birthday."
"Woah, you didn't tell us that your birthday is coming up, especially me, I'm your best friend." Rachel said, she stopped me from leaving to explain myself.
"My birthday is just another day, except I'm getting older and dying a bit faster." I said bluntly.
Everyone stared at me with a shocked yet bizarre look, like I just took the fun out of birthday. Ever since my dad left my whole perspective on life changed, and I'm just being honest.
"Wow, I'm never looking at birthdays the same again." Ham said depressed.
"Well, I'm gonna go."
I turned around with my arms crossed, the heat is getting to me, I'm getting angry for no reason. I left the sandlot and came home with a horrible present waiting for me on the sofa-- my sister.
We stare at each other with blank stares, I haven't seen her since my last birthday, which is starting to feel like yesterday. I knew she was coming, but not this early, she should've gave me time to run away. I already know that she is going to turn my birthday into a living hell, again. Last year she dropped the cake, broke my presents, and made fun of my friends. She sat on the couch with a sly grin on her face, it freaked me out. My mom came into the room with the widest smile, I can tell she wanted us to be together.
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The New Girl at the SandlotFanfiction
Megan moves far away from home with her mom and her baseball glove. She is ready for any challenge thrown at her except a cute boy with the same love for baseball. Will Megan fall hard for love or will she play it cool?