Game Two: Durham Preparatory (3)

The dugout was oddly silent as I put on my helmet and grabbed my bat. Noah was already way ahead of me, moving with purpose. Him and Julian were out taking practice swings, waiting for the umpire to signal that we could start our offense.

I moved close to them, just inside the dugout though. I gripped my wood bat, excited for another chance to hit the ball. I already decided I would do better in this game compared to this morning.

"You look excited." A comment from behind caught me by surprise, making me jump. I peeked back to see Zeke with his helmet on and a bat in his hands. "I won't hold you back, but I want you to put your focus on getting on base."

I tilted my head. "I'll get on base if I get a hit?"