Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Special Baseball

By Dante Moore


It was a sizzling hot summer day when my brother Benny and I were playing catch with a baseball and gloves in the park. While most people sat near their windows hoping for a breeze to cool them off, we didn’t want to stop playing. Benny and I dressed as twins because I liked his casual style. We wore plain, white T-shirts with blue shorts, blue Jordans, white socks, and sunglasses as blue as the sky. Benny had teal braces that shimmered like diamonds. He smelled like Hawaiian Aloha Febreze, while smelled like a flower meadow. We were having fun. It was so hot that we saw heat waves hopping on the floor.

“Ooh, the ice cream truck!” I exclaimed.

“I’m not buying that for you,” said Benny.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“Oh, fine, but you owe me,” Benny replied.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Can we have two Jolly Rancher ice creams?” asked Benny.

“That would be four dollars,” said the ice-cream man.

After that, we walked back home. Although I knew I wasn’t supposed to go in Benny’s room without permission, I did it anyway. I knew that if Benny found me in here, it would be trouble. Who could blame him? If I had a baseball signed by Babe Ruth, I wouldn’t want anyone in my room either. The only reason I was in here was because he was in the shower. Suddenly, I knew I’d messed up.

“What are you doing in my room?” asked Benny.

“I was just feeling your carpet,” I said.

“That’s the worst lie ever,” Benny replied.

“I know.”

I left his room and went into my room. I lay there and watched YouTube on my phone. Then, my best friend, Yeah-Yeah, texted me. His name is Alan, but I like to call him Yeah-Yeah. Like my brother, Yeah-Yeah also has braces, but his are as red as a rose. He has brown hair like a bear’s fur that goes to the side.

The text said, “Hey, can you come over for a sleepover right now?”

“I’ll ask my mom,” I texted back.

“Hey, Mom, can I go over to Yeah-Yeah’s house for a sleepover?” I asked.

“Okay, hurry and go pack your things,” Mom replied.

I went to my room and packed my things. Then I remembered Benny’s special baseball. I went into his room and put the ball into my bag. After that, I went into my room and finished packing. My heart was beating louder than a drum because I knew Benny would notice. I hurried and left the house before he would know it was gone.

“What’s up?” I said.

“What’s up?” said Yeah-Yeah.

We went inside and upstairs to his room with the other people. Yeah-Yeah’s mom brought up some cookies and milk for us. We made a tent out of sheets and blankets.

“Look what I brought from home,” I said.

“A BASEBALL SIGNED BY BABE RUTH!” they all exclaimed.

“It’s just a little something that I picked up,” I boasted.

“That’s so cool,” said Yeah-Yeah.

“You’re so lucky,” I heard another person say.

We all went to sleep. That night I had a nightmare that a giant ball was chasing me. When I woke up, I was sweating so much that it could fill a whole bathtub. That morning we all woke up and ate pancakes, eggs, and bacon. That’s when I got the phone call.

“Hello,” I said.

“Do you know where my baseball is?” asked Benny.

“Uh, no…it might be under your bed somewhere,” I said nervously.

“I already checked under my bed, and it’s not there,” said Benny.

“What’s that, Yeah-Yeah?” I asked suddenly.

“I didn’t say anything,” Yeah-Yeah replied.

“Gotta go, bye,” I said as I hung up.

“We gotta look for that baseball,” I announced.

We searched and searched, but we couldn’t find it. I knew that when I went back home, I would have to confess what really happened. Then I started to remember where I put it.

“I think it’s in your room,” I said.

“Let’s go look in there,” Yeah-Yeah agreed.

We went into his room, and it was right there with the wrapping ripped off. Then we looked over by the window and saw Yeah-Yeah’s cat, Furball, playing with the ball of yarn. My heart sank as fast as a falling roller coaster.

“Oh, no!” I exclaimed.

“Your life is over,” said some of the other boys.

“Don’t worry—we’ll all go to your funeral,” said Yeah-Yeah.

My mom came to get me earlier than I expected, and I went stealth-mode up the stairs so that Benny wouldn’t hear or see me. I was rolling across the floor like a bouncy ball.

“Would you like to tell me something?” asked Benny.

“Fine. I brought your baseball to Yeah-Yeah’s house so that I could show it off. Then when I woke up in the morning, it was gone. We went back into Yeah-Yeah’s room, and Furball tore the wrapping off of it. I’m sorry,” I said.

“Ha, ha, ha,” Benny laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I replaced that ball with a fake because I knew you would try and take the real one,” said Benny.

“You tricked me!” I said angrily.

“You shouldn’t have taken something that wasn’t yours anyway,” said Benny.

“Well, I guess you’re right,” I said.

“Just promise you won’t do it again,” said Benny.

“I promise.”

From that day on, I never touched anything of his again. I had learned my lesson. The ball remained sitting in its case. Benny started to let me enter his room, but I still am not allowed to touch anything. We are now closer than ever because of that special baseball.

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