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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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V3 ch124 Game Four: Wheatland HS (9)

Bottom of the eighth started with Mitchell. He was rushing to get out of his catcher's gear. 

"Take your time." Coach came over to say something. "We're only down by one." He looked to Jesse, who was getting ready to bat too. "Jesse, take a seat. Bryce, get your gear on and take some practice swings." His eyes drifted around, probably looking for more options. He finally stopped at a fellow sophomore. "Logan. Grab a bat. If there's a chance, you'll take Matt's spot in the lineup."

The dugout was full of activity as we got ready. Everyone was on the move. Except for those of us who had our chance last inning. I sat beside Noah and tried to calculate the probability of me coming up this inning. It was highly unlikely. Unless we tied it up.

Down 5-6. Mitchell made his way out of the dugout. 

"Come on." Noah got up and dragged me to stand up as well. He moved us forward, up against the dugout fence. "Let's go, Mitchell! You've got this!"

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