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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Sunday's game was right during lunch time so Mom and Dad let us go crazy at the snackbar.

Noah squinted at my small pile of food. I had two hotdogs, a bag of peanuts, and a large coke fitting on a small to-go tray. "That's all?!? Are you planning to get up later to get more?"

I frowned. "I thought this was a lot."

"No way. Don't you want to grow? You have to eat more." Noah straightened up, showing off how much taller he was than me.

"Don't take his advice." Mom cut in, leaning forward in her seat to look at me. "That's just junk food. It won't really make you grow. You're doing just fine. You've come a long way as it is."

I sat up straight in my own seat. "Am I really growing?"

Mom smiled. "It won't be long until we buy you some new clothes."

"I've got some hand-me-downs for you." Noah told me. "And I'll start taking clothes from the twins."

Dave rolled his eyes. "I don't think you've grown that much. Chill bro."

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