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Becky Michigan meets the boy of her dreams on her first day of ninth grade, a gorgeous blonde baseball player named Danny with crystal blue eyes, but no one else in the school ever heard of him. To make matters worse, Becky starts having dreams that she is the greatest pitcher on the planet, and when she throws an orange in the cafeteria at more than 90 miles per hour, she has some questions for the boy who keeps disappearing.
The stronger Becky’s feelings grow for Danny the faster she throws, and the faster she throws the less he shows up! Suddenly she is offered the opportunity to try out for the varsity baseball team, a shot at being popular for once, but does this mean she has to give up the hope of ever finding true love? All answers come to light out behind the high school at midnight, on an old overgrown ball field in the woods behind the real one, fifty feet off the third baseline. It is a magic field. One of dreams. Or possibly nightmares.
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Snippet Time!
Excerpt from Becky’s Kiss. The boy of Becky’s dreams keeps disappearing and no
one at school even knows he exists. Becky sees him while walking home from
school and chases him until she catches up. He seems to know more about her
than she knows herself, and then he makes a strange request.
“Hi,”
he said when she finally made it to the top of the hill, panting. She bent over, hands on her knees, and put up
her index finger.
“One
second.”
“You
run kind of fast,” he said.
“Thanks.” She pushed up, wiped her forehead, and then
wiped her hands on her pants. Too late,
now, to be polite. She looked at him,
and the sun was behind his head, making him look like a silhouette, like an angel. She put up a salute hand to her forehead to
shade her eyes.
“Are
you a pitcher?” she said. Yeah, it was
awkward, but she had to start somewhere.
“That’s
funny.”
“Is
it?”
He
smiled softly.
“You’re
really pretty.”
“Am
I?”
His
smile widened.
“Well,
you’re a lot prettier than you think, anyway.”
“What’s
that supposed to mean?”
“I
don’t know. What’s anything mean?”
Becky
shrugged, disgusted with herself over the gesture. She’d been doing it a lot lately, and she
wanted to remove it from her repertoire, like yesterday. She gazed at him then, full stare, and for a
second she really did feel kind of pretty.
“The
Principal wants me to go to this fall ball baseball practice—“
“I
know.”
“Are
you going to be there?”
Something
flashed in his eyes, and Becky couldn’t tell if it was humor or pain.
“I
wouldn’t miss it,” he said slowly. “But
you’re going to have to do me a favor.”
“What?”
“Run,”
he said. “Every day, home from school
like you did today. Up and down the
hills with equal speed, total burn, until you can run the whole length of King
Avenue without wheezing.”
“Why?”
He
moved closer and looked at her deeply, as if it was the most important promise
she’d ever make.
“Because
pitching is all stamina, all legs, all push and follow-through.”
Becky
felt her lips working into a smile.
“Then
you want me to make the team? You really do?”
He
backed off a step and tilted his head.
“The
Tigers? Yeah, for exercise, I suppose.”
“What’s
that mean?”
“What’s
anything mean?” He started to walk away
toward Stonybrook Road, then stopped and turned.
“You’ll
build up fast,” he said. “Faster than
you’d ever believe. One day of running
will be like half a month, trust me.”
“Why
am I not surprised?” she said out the side of her mouth. His grin made a half moon as well.
“You’ve
seen a lot of weird stuff lately, haven’t you?”
“Oh
yeah,” she said.
“Well,
it’s only gonna get weirder.”
“Promise?”
“Oh
yeah.”
They
both laughed.
“Don’t
go,” Becky said. He gave his own shrug.
“Have
to. I’m on a timer.”
“Tough
parents?”
“Something
like that.”
Becky
crossed her arms along her stomach and a leaf blew against her ear. She shook it out and moved a strand of hair
off her lip.
“Will
I see you after the baseball practice?”
She looked down at the street.
“Like, only if you want to, I mean.”
“Sure.”
“Like
when?”
She
looked up and he had moved off a few feet, standing there at the corner of King
and Stonybrook. He had turned the
baseball cap around backward now, and the way it framed his face and his neck
made him look even more gorgeous than ever, if that was at all possible.
“Run
the avenue,” he said. “Every day, both
ways. Add two more textbooks and a
couple of bricks to your backpack.
Really hoof it.”
“Do
I have to?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because
you’re throwing hard, but not hard enough.
Because great ones do the work.
Because I’ve waited…”
He
looked away down Stonybrook Road, and blinked like he was going to cry.
“Because
I love you.”
He
said it with a hitch in his voice and then ran down the street, out of sight
past some high bushes. By the time Becky reached the corner and turned the hard
left he was gone.
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