Rough Draft Short Story

The sun was shining, perfect weather to pack boxes. My long fingers started to tingle not knowing what was going on I kept packing. My mom yelled “it’s time to get ready Thomas” I got changed into my baseball clothes. I got my baseball bag and told me mom goodbye as I was heading out the door. When I went to the entrance of where everybody was at it was locked. I throw my bag over the fence. When I finished climbing over the fence I bolted to my team. When I got there I was late and my coach told me “Go practice with somebody.” and then he pointed over at the group of people. “Can I practice with you?” I asked one of my teammates. He replied “okay” we put on our mitts. When the person throw it to me I could still feel the tingle in my hand. I know I wasn’t going to catch the ball. It went into my mitt
I dropped to the floor. I heard footsteps and looked up. “Are you okay?” people were asking me in a concern voice. I stood up and answered “Yes.”. The coach told everybody “Okay do what you guys were doing.” and lead me to the benches. I sat down. A few minutes later the refe was out on the field. The coach started to walk over to me and asked me “Do you think you can play?” I replied “Yes.” “You can play right field.” I jogged over there I stopped and then the dizziness started up again. I felt like I was going to throw up. I slowly walked over to my coach and told him and went to the benches. The first batter stood to bat and then that was when I started to throw up, I looked over my shoulder and saw my mom, dad, grandmother, and sisters all walking toward the game. I saw my mom get super mad. Just a few minutes later she took me to urgent care. My mom gave me a plastic bag. My mom started to eat her dinner and told me not to throw up. The car rolled smoothly on the road not tempting to make me throw up. We finally got to urgent care. My mom and I got out of the car and we had to