The place I wake up early for on the weekends. The place I practice three times a week. The softball field is my happy place. The dirt on the field is the only beach I want to go to. The chalk on the field is the only chalk I write with. The early mornings, the late nights all for something I love. The smell of the fresh cut grass, so fresh just before a game. The look of the just raked infield, so fluffy and smooth.The look of the freshly painted and chalked lines, so crisp like perfection. The softball chalked for the pitcher's circle, where I will soon stand and compete. The batters box just lined and ready for my first competition. As I walk onto the field everything changes for me, stress is released and all I care about is this game.
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“Hello im headed to the hospital with Amelia, she was going to bed because of a headache and while walking to her bedroom, she fell to the ground and now is running a fever.” I didn't know how to respond, she had just been okay a few hours ago. The next day I got another text “They are going to do a few tests they think she has pneumonia.” I asked her if I could visit, but she told me they had to figure out what it was first and that she needed some rest. Amelia is my best friend since third grade. Her long gold, brown hair with ice blue eyes and a smile that could kill. I couldn't imagine life without …show more content…
My mom sitting next to me grasping my hand tightly. Patient after patient were run into the ER on stretchers, from ambulances. Amelia had fallen asleep. Tired I tried doing the same. As I drifted off I began to have a dream of Amelia and I when we were younger in the little league all star game. I woke up in a panic after Amelia had done what she did yesterday in the game. Minutes turned to hours and we were still waiting for results. Amelia had to stay overnight in case her condition worsened. As the doctor came out I knew the news wasn't promising. His smile quickly faded as he approached the waiting room. He called us into a conference room because it was too loud and there were so many of us. He had a folder with many words and numbers. He began talking soft but a deep
“Hello im headed to the hospital with Amelia, she was going to bed because of a headache and while walking to her bedroom, she fell to the ground and now is running a fever.” I didn't know how to respond, she had just been okay a few hours ago. The next day I got another text “They are going to do a few tests they think she has pneumonia.” I asked her if I could visit, but she told me they had to figure out what it was first and that she needed some rest. Amelia is my best friend since third grade. Her long gold, brown hair with ice blue eyes and a smile that could kill. I couldn't imagine life without …show more content…
My mom sitting next to me grasping my hand tightly. Patient after patient were run into the ER on stretchers, from ambulances. Amelia had fallen asleep. Tired I tried doing the same. As I drifted off I began to have a dream of Amelia and I when we were younger in the little league all star game. I woke up in a panic after Amelia had done what she did yesterday in the game. Minutes turned to hours and we were still waiting for results. Amelia had to stay overnight in case her condition worsened. As the doctor came out I knew the news wasn't promising. His smile quickly faded as he approached the waiting room. He called us into a conference room because it was too loud and there were so many of us. He had a folder with many words and numbers. He began talking soft but a deep