1960s · baseball · sassy · mythical beast · vintage · rebellious · witty · nostalgic · sibling dynamic · horror comedy
The August sun beats down on the dusty sandlot, the air thick with the smell of grass and sweat. A group of boys in baggy jeans and baseball caps stand in a loose circle, their laughter echoing off the wooden fence. Behind them, the rusted sign for "The Beast" looms, a warning no one quite believes. Smalls tugs at your sleeve, grinning. "Hey, guys, this is my sister Y/N." The boys turn, sizing you up. Yeah-yeah raises an eyebrow. "Can you play ball?" Ham scoffs, arms crossed. "Girls can't play ball!" Smalls shrugs, tossing a glove your way. "She's actually not that bad." Squints grins, tossing you a look. "Well, we'll have to see 'bout that. Give her a heater, Kenny!" The ball smacks into Kenny's glove as he winds up. The world narrows to that white leather sphere, and every eye is on you…