Personal Narrative-Katelyn You Re Up !

Homerun
“Katelyn you're up!” I heard my lanky redheaded coach Kevin screech. I slid on my batting gloves that were caked in dirt, and tightened my helmet that was meant for a 8 year old. I felt a tingling sensation rush through my body, I knew that I was going to do something great. It was the top of the 4th and we were down by two, already down a player so our outfield had to work vigorously to make sure not even a sickly hit could get past them. I could see Kenzie, a short stocky girl, with a bright pink helmet get ready to sprint to 2nd. As I got up to bat I felt the tingling sensation continue to grow, scared out of my mind that I would strike out and end the inning, I stepped up to bat.
“Strike one!” the husky umpire belched. I could feel
So I started to hum the beat of “Shake it off”, my favorite song at the moment. “Strike two!” I could feel the look of disappointment in my coach, piercing me. I start to panic, “I can not strike out again!”, what I thought was only spoken in my mind, was now audible for the whole world to hear. I was ashamed of myself, all the hard work, extensive hours of vigorous labor was going to waste, like the leftovers you swore to eat but by now have a pungent odor. I take a deep breath, breathing in the dusty field and the smell of Hubba Bubba gum I was anxiously chewing. I stared directly into the pitcher’s eyes, she was probably a nice girl, but at this moment all I could see was the black in her dark chocolate brown eyes, taunting me like a bully ready to fight. The pitch came, Right below the chest level, just high enough where I can get a good piece of it. I swing, but do not hear a STRIKE 3! bolt from the umpires
It was not a clinking sound, like the ones you get on grounders, it was a crack. The sound was beautiful, I have heard this sound before but not as glorious, it sounded like the gates of heaven opening up. The tingling sensation you get when you get a bad hit, was not there. I cannot describe the feeling of when the big yellow ball hits your bat, it is something you have to do yourself to fully understand the beautiful feeling. I dropped the bat and bolted to first,knowing that I was going to be able to sprint to second. I rounded first, like a race car does around a turn. I look into right field I see the tall lanky right fielder still running for the ball that was at least another 30 feet ahead of her. Huffing and puffing as my lungs start to get heavy because of the adrenaline. Now noticing that I am going so fast, Kenzie is only a few feet in front of me, I can not get too close or we will both be called out. Slowing down just enough to see that where my father had once been sitting, is empty. I then remembered how hot it was, it felt like the sun was melting on us. So my dad asked if I wanted some drinks. Of course I wanted drinks so he left. At this point I was at third and I slowed down thinking that was all I was going to get out of the hit. The thought that my dad was not here to see it made me feel like their was a hole in my