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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Bad Mood

I had a much easier time falling asleep after comforting myself with those thoughts. It was peaceful and long. I didn't wake up until I started to hear stirrings in the room. Someone was here. I slowly opened my eyes to see Noah. Or more precisely, his back. He left the room with clothes in hand. He must have just gotten back from the game.

I closed my eyes and decided to rest my eyes until he came back.

I must have dozed off, because it felt like seconds had only passed by until I heard him come back. I sat up and found him pulling out his homework from his backpack.

He heard me moving and looked up. "Oh, did I wake you? Sorry." His eyes were slightly red like they've been rubbed or maybe even from crying.

I squinted at him. "Are you okay?"

He touched his eyes as if there were tears to wipe away. "Ah. This? I'm fine. Good."

I lifted an eyebrow.

"I...I didn't play well today..." He mumbled, hanging his head in depression.

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