Carlos felt as if the entire field turned silent, his entire focus on the ball headed towards him with great speed and velocity. His body was in a state of flow, bringing with it a sense of thrill that he hasn't experienced in a long time.
'This feeling… This is it'
His eyes widened and a wicked grin formed on his face.
Ever since he picked up a baseball bat, Carlos had been the best player on his team.
At first he was able to have fun with his teammates, taking joy in the victories that came along with his tremendous talent. He was always popular, despite looking different from everyone else.
Yet as he grew older, things began to change.
The pitches he received were too easy, too predictable. Whatever was thrown at him, he was able to get contact on, no matter what, like his bat and the ball were magnetized.
