half_empty

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. 

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The Hitting Zone

With it being numerical order, I was stuck behind Noah again. This time, there was no worry or pressure.

"It's weird to see it so packed and busy." Noah commented as we waited for our turn.

I nodded in agreement. Last time we were here, only one station was open and there were tarps to keep it more private. Now, the tarps are all gone and all three cages are going. Our group was in the middle, while two other groups were on either side of us. Each cage had two people running it: one with a clipboard and one controlling the machine. Chandler was in charge of calling out our number and sending us in.

I started to count the pitches that each player got. It wasn't any set amount, and instead it varied from 25-35 pitches.

I wasn't the only one to notice. The guy in front of Noah asked Chandler how many pitches each person would get.

Chandler shrugged. "Until the judges are satisfied."

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