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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: @ OLU (3)

Garret was up next. He got in the lefty box and dug his back foot in. His actions made me cringe a little. I didn't like it when the dirt in the batter's box got soft; probably because I'm always on firm ground when hitting in the batting cages. I mean, it's not as bad as the right-handed box, but now that Garret's been batting almost every game, it's getting on my nerves. 

I shook my head to get rid of those kind of thoughts. It's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. I can just adjust where I stand in the box. 

The pitcher started Garret with a curve, getting him to swing and miss. Then again. On the 0-2 count, he switched to his fastball and blew it pass Garret. Garret didn't even swing on that third pitch. 

"Out!" The ump pumped his fist, sending Garret back to the dugout. 

I could see the frustration in his eyes as we switched spots. 

Just as I was about to step in the batter's box, the OLU coach came out of his dugout. I paused.