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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Friday morning, we all woke up to a surprise. Two giant blisters forming on Noah's fingers. He showed them off at the breakfast table, talking about popping them so he could practice today.

"If you do it carelessly, you'll make things worse." Dad told him before instructing. "Make sure to see the trainer after school, but before practice. He's better at handling these things. He treated Dave's alright and he only had to sit out a week or two."

"Dad. That's the rest of the season." Noah rolled his eyes. "I'm not a pitcher. It's not that serious. Pop them. Put on a bandaid. Call it a day."

"See the trainer. Talk to your coach." Mom reinforced.

"I know, I know." He grumbled.

"Jake, don't doze off. Eat more eggs." Mom put a new pile of eggs on my plate.

"Okay." I said and continued to eat.

"Oh yea, Mom." Noah said. "Can we go to Alisha's tonight? Kaylee will be there too. Games, movies, general fun. That kind of stuff."

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