©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... nia. There's something called the marine layer and it made it cloudy almost every morning. I squinted at the pitcher, trying to find him in the mess of white.
The pitch came from nowhere and I was unable to react in time.
"Strike one!" This umpire was extra loud.
I squinted at the direction of the mound, but still couldn't find the pitcher. Another fastball came in and my hands couldn't move my bat fast enough. I whiffed. "Strike two!" I completely, and utterly, missed the ball ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE