Love Hits a Homerun

My brother plays baseball, so one day my mom made me go and watch one of his games. As I walked onto the bleachers a cry of "Raymond! Raymond!" was heard at our side of the dugout. A boy named Raymond hit a home run. Thats where it all began. As people congratulated him on his homer he took of his helmet. Love at first site is what I call it. Beautiful blonde hair spiked up in the heat and sea blue eyes looked at me. That's when I realized I was totally staring at him. He turned away quick, but I don't think the red in his cheeks were because it was 95 degrees out. After the game when we went home I couldn't get his face out of my mind. I told myself I just had to wait until his next game, which was two days away. "Until the next game.", I mumbled to myself, "Until the next game." Those two days went by like years, all I could think about was seeing his face again.


I ran out of the car as soon as my mom stopped. I had to see him, I just had to. As I tried to regain the control that I'd completely lost of my legs, I climbed up the bleachers and sat just outside where the dugout began. As Raymond walked by he casually said,"Hey Tara." My name never sounded so good. That night as I was trying to picture his voice clearly in my mind, my brother burst through the door to my room. No I do not have a lock on my door, even though I am 14 I don't have any privacy. Go figure. "I know who likes you, I know who likes you", Ryan sang in his kindergarten voice. At 12 years old it seems he would have outgrown his daunting voice by now.