constant whispered taunts. âNice doodles,â he commented now, as Derek tried to cover up the drawings heâd been idly making while only half-listening to the math review.
Derek had been thinking of all kinds of thingsâhis hitting slump, for one. But most of all, his mind had been on Sharlee, whom he still had not asked about what was bothering her.
He could have asked her the night before, he knew, butshe hadnât seemed too bummed out at that moment.
Still, she hadnât been her old bubbly self for at least two weeks, and he knew he would have to make her tell him what was on her mind the very next time he saw her.
But none of these thoughts were supposed to be on his mind in class .
âMaybe you should take up art instead of sports,â Gary suggested with a snigger.
Derek gritted his teeth but didnât answer back. He knew it would only get him in trouble with Mr. Beckham, and more trouble was the last thing he neededâespecially considering the warning his parents had given him about violating his contract again.
He was glad he had that contract, come to think of it, or he might have gotten himself into trouble with a rash reaction just now. Still, he was gladâand relievedâwhen the bell rang. Grabbing his book bag, he rushed out of there, determined to get home and over to Westwood Fields as soon as possible.
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As usual, Derek got to the field before any of his teammates. Westwood Fields werenât that far away from Mount Royal Townhousesâjust a five-minute driveâand one or both of his parents always made themselves available to drive him to practices and games, and to stay to cheer him on.
Today it was his dad. Sharlee had a kickball tournamentat her kindergarten, and their mom had gone with her.
Derek knew Sharlee would be disappointed that he and his dad werenât there to see her play in her first sports tournament. But in the Jeter family everyoneâs events were equally important. Even Sharlee would understand that Derekâs game meant as much to him as her kickball match did to her.
âNow remember,â his dad counseled as Derek got out of the car, âjust try to make solid contact; stay level and in control. Positive thoughts only, right?â
âRight!â Derek chirped, and headed toward the diamond where his game would soon begin.
As his teammates arrived, Derek noticed that they were in a more hopeful mood than usual. Clearly the Red Soxâs recent victory, their first, had changed the atmosphere. Todayâs opponent, the Angels, were 3â0, though. It would not be easy to beat them and keep the victory train rolling.
Derekâs mind was especially focused on his own hitting slump. Would today be the day he broke out of it? On the way to the game, his dad had reminded him about how hard heâd hit the ball in the last game, even though Derek was still without a hit for the season.
Still, as he came to the plate in the first with two men on, his heart was racing and pounding hard inside his chest. âSteady . . . ,â he muttered to himself. âStea . . . dy . . . .â
WHACK!
The ball rose over the second basemanâs head andwas still rising, a long line drive, as it went over the right fielderâs head. Derekâs heart leapt with excitement, and he took off as fast as he could run. He was already around second base by the time the throw came back in, and he slid into third with a ringing tripleâand two runs batted in!
âYesss! Finally!â he shouted, thrusting both fists into the air.
âYeah, Derek!â He heard his father shouting himself hoarse to be heard above everyone elseâs cheers. âThatâs the stuff!â
Clapping his hands together, Derek got his head right back into the game. Jeff, batting behind him, hit a ground ball to short, and Derek was off to the races. He slid into
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