The Hitting Zone

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

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Thursday morning, a knock on the bedroom door brought a sense of dread as Noah and I got up.

Surprisingly, it was Mr. Atkins. He raised an eyebrow at our half-dead expressions. "Did you boys not sleep well?"

Noah curled back under his covers. "Dad, I thought you were Zeke! How dare you trick us!"

I flopped back in bed in agreement.

Mr. Atkins laughed. "Well good morning to you too." He stood in the doorway, letting even more light in the room. "I just wanted to say that your mom and I are going to hit the road. We'll bring Gramma and Grampa home before lunch so try not to stuff your faces before then."

"Dad, let us go back to sleep before Zeke comes, okay?" Noah mumbled from under his covers.

"Too late." Mr. Atkins chuckled.

I took a peek and sure enough, Zeke was right behind Mr. Atkins. "Let's hit the pavement kiddos."

Noah threw his comforter off him. "This isn't fair."

"How so?" Zeke asked. "I'm running with you."

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