Matthew Fielder: A Short Story

Bryce Harper is the player that you love to have on your own team, but opponents can't stand him! He might have a swagger that annoys opponents, but he is one heck of a baseball player and this year he is breaking out to the superstar everyone expected! He is just 22 years of age and he is one of the most feared hitters in baseball. He has battled injuries to start his career because of what some have termed too much hustle, but this year he has put all together. He is hitting .331 27 home runs and 64 runs batted in the no question NL MVP at this point in the season. He might rub fans and opponents the wrong way but he is fun to watch play baseball I just wish as a Braves fan he was in a different division.

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

I gave up. I was not good enough. Pressure got to me. I was a failure. Key word, was.

The Calvary Christian dugout erupted as Johnny Field hit a walk-off homerun to win the Florida High School Baseball Championship, which was the biggest game of the year. Scotty Stanton, the Columbus Explorers center fielder, walked off the field in misery. “I can’t believe I went 0-4 in front of all these pro scouts,” Stanton muttered. After the two teams lined up to shake hands after a hard fought game, Field approached Stanton, “So much for being the number one player in the state Scotty, maybe those scouts were looking for a bat boy, because that’s all you will ever be.” Stanton watched the scouts walk up to Field and introduce themselves. The scouts did not say one word to Stanton, who was projected to be drafted in this upcoming MLB Draft.

The pressure was getting to him, his muscular hands were shaking and his behavior was

Shoot! I thought. I didn’t want to wake up Darry, he looked so peaceful. More peaceful than I have seen him in years. He only worked one job now so he could spend more time with Sodapop and I. The judge said that he would take care of some of our expenses so Darry could be home to help me get better. It really worked. My grades in school improved as well as my attitude. I worked really hard on my English grade, I wanted to make my teacher proud. I wrote a story for extra credit about this past year and it began like this: When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home…“It was really scary.” I started. “One of those boys was pushing Johnny’s head into the freezing cold

I was born on March 24,1999 in Eastland Memorial Hospital. My mother, Shana Davis, and father, Wayne Davis, both graduated from Tarleton University in Stephenville Texas. I have one brother who's older than me by a year and four months his name is Justin Davis. I attended elementary school at Siebert Elementary School. I was one of the youngest in my class and had struggled cause I always felt smaller and was very hostile. But as I started to grow I found myself starting to become less hostile, as I found myself being welcomed as a friend. I began playing sports when I was in the third grade I was always fascinated with football it had been my way to get away from everyday life. When I got into middle school and high school I got

Baseball. America’s most patriotic sport and one of my personal favorites. I had the privilege of helping my middle school’s baseball team in my eighth grade year, aiding in setup and cleanup, and keeping those teenage boys in line. I loved every second of it, but my favorite part of that entire season was Bailey, our team manager, who happened to be on the more severe end of the autism spectrum. Bailey loved the game more than anyone on that team (more than anyone I’ve ever met), and he poured his heart into every practice and every game, but his autism prevented him from playing the game he loved so dearly. One of the pregame rituals that my team performed was cheering on Bailey as he hit off a tee and trotted around the bases with our coach by his side. It may not seem like much, but it meant the world to me, the coaches, the players, and especially Bailey. Every game, home or away, started this way, and it brought a smile to everyone’s face, including the members of the opposing team. This ritual seemingly worked magic on our team, who made it all the way to the conference championship game.

The principle comes through the back so he could talk to me, he takes me through the back door and puts me in my first period class.Immediately all the white students look at me and start yelling at me and are throwing everything in their possession.The principle comes threw the door outraged and starts yelling at the white students they quickly stop throwing things at me and I finally get my first day of learning.

After a few days of class it all went the same. I could tell you exactly when Ms. Leece would decide to call on Nick Martin, and pretend to be upset when he flirted with Jessie McGinton instead of anwering. I could tell you exactly when Leslie Bartow would attempt to distract Ms. Leece long enough to take a drag of the whiskey she hid in her bag. I could basically tell you every nervous tick and corny joke that would be made throughout this entire class period. People are creatures of habit, and this was exactly what they thrived on.

This is Shane Humphreys with Willows High School We have you on our books for Thursdays Feb. 11 but I had not heard from you in a while. I was just checking in with times and what you might need from us. Also if you could email us an invoice so I can have a check for you or you can bill us after and we will get a check out ASAP. If you could email me back with this information that would be supper.

It was interesting reading you essay about your take on Thanksgiving. I enjoyed how you incorporated some history about Thanksgiving in your essay. I feel that taking a moment to remember why we have Thanksgiving, and to appreciate the history is significant. “Description may be defined as the act of capturing people, places, events, objects, and feelings in words so that a reader (or listener) can visualize and respond to them.” "(K. Flachmann M. Flachmann). I feel as though you accomplished the task by combining history with personal experiences to capture the reader and maintain their attention throughout the description of Thanksgiving. I did have a picture of all the food in my head and I felt that I could almost smell the food being prepared

Baseball has always been one of my greatest interests. I've played baseball since I was 5 years old and have always been a leader on the field. I began a program called IAD-TLA, Institute of Athletic Development - Training Leaders through Athletics, my freshman year to further my leadership skills. This program really helped me focus on my goals and led me to extreme hard work and dedication to any goals I had, even excluding athletics. I continued working hard for the next 2 years, and became a Varsity captain by my junior year. I continued this into the summer where I led my team to an undefeated season. Two of my strongest qualities are my leadership abilities and my work ethic and both have brought me so far in athletics and life.

Katrina visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping slightly as she sank back into the red leather couch. She wasn't completely at ease, but the doctor's joke made a grin tug at the corners of her lips, and her eyes sparkled suggestively as if she were actually considering the possibility of throwing Michael Rodriguez in her place. In her own opinion, he needed some sort of therapy for his apparent anger management issues. "Funny," she simply murmured in response, the calm tone of her voice contrasting with her clearly expressive body language. But that's how it always was with Katrina — she kept herself in check as much as possible both on and off the screen; her efforts and reaction had become automatic and subconscious by this point, which was made

Mikey looked up to the sky for a lengthy amount of time. “What are you in for?” he asked, finally putting his head down.