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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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Game: VS Redwood High School (1)

Thursday morning, we packed up our uniforms into our bags and headed to school. Today's game would be played at 2pm so after lunch we would head on down to the fields for warmups.

Noah was the most excited. "Mom, Dad, you have to come today! Sit up front and cheer super loud!" He commanded during breakfast.

"Yes, of course we'll be there." Mrs. Atkins smiled at her youngest son. "We'll try and be at every game this season."

"Yea, whatever." Noah brushed off. "But this is the most important game. First league game of the season and out of all of your sons, only I'm starting! Even Zeke will be on the bench!" He laughed.

Zeke didn't say anything; he just took his plate to the kitchen and immediately headed to the garage. "Leaving in two minutes. If you're not in the car, you're walking to school." The garage door closed louder than normal.

I stuffed my face with bacon and rushed my plate to the kitchen, not willing to be left behind.

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