The little batters tears fell as their words echoed in his head. “No way I dont want to play with a faceless kid!” “Demon boy!!” “I dont wanna get cursed!! Go away!!!” They said. All the Little Batter wanted was someone to play baseball with. He was good, he would know he practiced hitting all the time. But it didnt matter he was still ‘The Demon Boy”. Angered by his repeated rejection he threw the baseball mit into the wet mud, dragging his bat as he walked to the first base on the now soaking baseball field. Just one game…thats all he wanted… “I’ll play with you” The voice surprised the little batter as he thought he was the last one there. He turned to see a boy, about his age probably younger, lean down and pick up the now muddy baseball glove that was much to big for him, smiling. He wanted to play with him? Here?in the poring rain? “Really…?” Said the little batter still surprised by the offer. “Yeah! You wanna be the batter? I can pitch!” The little batter smiled and nodded. “Ok” The two played for hours in the rain, having so much fun. They played until the sun began to rise into the night sky. Niether one knew the others name nor did they see each other again. But the little batter still looks back on that day and smiles at the friendly memory.
PURIFY ME BATTER WHILE IM STILL WEAK PURIFY ME PURIFY ME PURIFY ME