Mornings

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By Markesia Bailey

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Light blue sky with clouds scattered like the black dots on a Dalmatian

The yellow and green leaves dancing in the gentle breeze

Crack! Go to first! Go to first!

The big yellow ball with red stitches rolls past your black Nike cleats like a bowling ball getting ready to strike a pin

Bent over as if you were in a wrestling match about to take down your opponent

You scoop up the yellow sphere as if you were a fat kid trying to get the last spoonful of ice cream

Within a split second the little blonde girl in blue dashes past you like a flash

Right arm goes back elbow at your ear with a flick of the wrist the ball goes flying through the air like superman trying to rescue a cat out of a tree

A man in armor as if he were going to battle yells "you're out" as he cocks back and punches the air

Cheers and chants jumps and bumps from your overly excited teammates, you look into the crowd and see your mother cheering

The girl about the size of Fat Albert with a black ponytail flies into the air without warning knocking you down to the ground

You lay there in the dirt as if you were in your bed when you're not ready to get up and get ready for class

She then yanks you off the ground in the same abrupt motion that you make when you realize that you have less than 20 minutes to get ready

In a daze you walk over to the white bucket filled with balls, grab one then pass it to your teammate

You open your eyes to see your yellow socks with the red stripes are laying on the floor next to your black ball cap

You shake your head finish getting dressed and dash out of the door