Albows back, step forward and swing. At least that's what they told us. my bat collides with a loud crack
shooting the ball straight into the tight grip of Joseph's hands. A couple more rounds of this and the team will be out. My head drops in disapointment. Before I know it we're fielding. A big smack sends me running.
As I jump to catch, the ball slips between my fingers like a bar of soap. I can't wait untill next time they come.
By Oskar & Joseph
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