Fastball: A Short Story

I felt a rush of a burning, fiery pain in my toes. I looked at my toe wincing. We were playing baseball in my friend’s lawn. It was a perfect place to play baseball and we had to move nothing. It had a fence that shaped like an L. “Teams are me, Alex, Maison, and Ben vs. Ryan, Conner, and Ethan,” I said walking out to the picture mound. I threw a perfect curve ball which caught the corner of the strike zone.
“Strike one,” Maison calls from the outfield.
Next pitch I threw a fastball, which Ryan and missed.
“Strike two,” I say pumping My next I made him chase outside for the last strike. “Strike three,” Alex calls from first base. I threw a curve ball right down the middle, which Conner hit over by the woodchip area. I desperately ran over
I could picture myself limping back to our cabin with blood trickling down my toe onto the sand like it is right now. I turned around limping as the blood trickling onto the lush green grass. “Are you okay,” Connor asks with the bat in his hand. “No,” I replied as blood slowly dripped onto the cement. I walked into my house calling for my mom. “What,” my mom asks, walking into the hallway. “I just sliced my toe open,” say limping into the kitchen.
My mom went and got wet paper towels to clean up the blood. I hopped up onto the counter and brought down the bandages. She cleaned off the blood and looked into the cut. “You may need stitches, but dad will have to check,” She put all the bandages around my toe like a cocoon around a caterpillar. Then she put a soft covering over all the bandages to protect it.
“Make sure you have socks and shoes next time you go out,” she said. I hopped down on one foot to go upstairs to get socks and shoes on which were tough. I learned that time that my parents know best about life which in this scenario was to wear socks and shoes. So when ever my parents tell my when to do things I will do them so I don’t injure myself or