Hey everyone- I had started writing this story on a different account, and figured you all deserved to see it finished! This was originally "Disguised" by X-Scree Scree-X, my old account. Hope you all enjoy!

A Batting Ace

An Original Story by:

Delia Wrae T. AKA; Chitter

Chapter One; A Throw to Remember

My name is Carter Ace, and I'm cousin to the biggest looser on the face of the planet.

Alright, I have to admit that he wasn't all that bad... but his idea of "fun" was his little chemistry set and homework. I mean really, what normal kid would do that instead of going out to play basket ball or baseball?

But then again, he didn't know how to play.

My mother, Terry Ace, was younger sister to Scott Smalls' mother. I guess you could say my mother had a typical high school romance when she met my father. They dated from Freshmen year, all the way up to the end of Junior Year. That's when my mother found out she was pregnant with me. When she told my father, she expected him to at least help raise me, if not pay for child support. Fat chance of that. He and his family packed up and moved.

So my mom dropped out of high school to raise me. Of course my Aunt didn't approve, but she did everything she could to help. Me and my mom lived in the same state as the Smalls', but we didn't visit often; my mom was too busy with work and me. I grew up to be an alright kid; I went to school, got decent grades and such. My life was pretty good.

But then my mom got cancer, and was fading faster than I thought possible. We didn't have the money to pay for the operation or therapy, and even though my Aunt tried to help, they weren't rich.

So a couple years after my mom was diagnosed, she died, leaving me behind. I was now a twelve year old orphan with no where to go.

Yeah, right. I had the Smalls' didn't I? Unfortunately, yes. Then, only a couple of weeks after moving in with them, we have to move across the country to Los Angeles!

Just perfect. No, I didn't have anything against my Aunt and her family, but... I just wanted to go home. To my real home. I wanted my mom that loved me, a real dad who wouldn't run away...

But no. I got to live with my cousins. My compromise.

So here I was, loading everything out of the red U-haul with Scotty, watching other boys pass.

But I guess moving provided a new life for me.

My mom may have named me Carter, for whatever reason, but I was sadly a girl.

But where we were now... only my Aunt, Uncle and cousin knew that I was.

I had my dark baseball cap on my head backwards, with my long blondish brown hair tied up underneath, giving me the look of a boy. I guess it worked all right.

I wore a baggy white shirt, I hope I don't need to explain why, a faded blue, unbuttoned shirt over it, jeans, and black and white high tops.

Putting my hand up to shield the bright sunlight from my pale blue eyes- which I realized was stupid since my hat was backwards -, I watched some guys pass. Great... I'd have to make new friends.

Not that I had many to begin with, really. People thought it was weird that I dressed up like a guy. All the girls back home teased me, but I didn't mind.

Sighing I shook my head.

Two weeks before school ended. Not too bad. Only two agonizing weeks that I'd have to put up with human contact.

Grabbing a large cardboard box, I shook my head.

"C'mon Scotty; only a few more boxes."


It was night time now, the sun only having faded away about an hour ago, and I was still unpacking some boxes in my room.

My walls were white, and against one of them sat a bed with dark sheets. My walls were bare, and they'd remain that way; I didn't like posters. My book shelf was already on the wall opposite from my window, and I putting book after precious book on the many shelves.

Although I wasn't a geek, or whiz, I did like reading. Not on history, or boring things like that... but fiction. It was a pass time when I didn't have anything better to do.

With my bleach white door open, I could here Scotty and Bill in the room next to mine, which was Bills trophy room.

"Uhm... Dad?" I heard Scotty ask in that soft voice of his. After setting a large, worn out book on the shelf I sat still, listening.

"I-I mean Bill?" Scotty stuttered. He still had a hard time trying to think of him as his dad. Couldn't really blame him, though; it'd only been a year since Bill and his mom got married.

"Remember you-... you promised to teach me how to play catch?" I heard Scotty ask.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. This again. I was going to offer to teach him, but my aunt stopped me. She told me that Bill and Scotty needed "bonding time".

"Well... can you teach me?"

"Yeah. Sure." I heard Bill answer.

It was silent for a long time, and I wondered if Scotty had left the room.

"Okay." I heard him say. He sounded pretty... sad? More like let down.

"Okay?"

"Thanks."

It was silent again before Scotty muttered a "sorry" and left.

Shaking my head, I continued unpacking my books, contemplating working on my clothes tonight or tomorrow morning.


"Come on, Carter! You promised!" I heard Scotty whine from outside my door as I got dressed.

Rolling my eyes, I growled out a "fine!" before I finished tying my shoes. I wore another baggy white t-shirt, long jeans and a green unbuttoned shirt over that.

What? It was my "signature" outfit.

I brushed my hair before I tucked it under my backwards cap and opened my door.

Leaving our pink (worst color of pink I've seen by far) house, Scotty began walking me toward the sandlot. It was about a week after arriving in Los Angeles, and we were almost completely settled in.

Scotty had told me that he had stalked (not his exact words) some guys home from school to this sandlot where they played baseball, and he had begged me to come. And being the wonderful cousin I was, I reluctantly agreed. The walk hardly took a couple of minutes, which I was glad for, because the hot California sun beat down on the back of my neck, causing beads of sweat to form all over my body.

The sandlot was pretty boring- all it was was a lot... with a bunch of dirt and a baseball diamond. Why on earth Scotty of all people wanted to come here baffled me.

While Scotty watched the players from out field, by the back fences, I sat under a shaded, but partially dying, tree, watching the players curiously.

They were pretty good; they all seemed to have experience and whatnot, and they looked like they were having fun.

A rickety old red dug out and chain link fence also occupied the sand lot, minus the fences and dying foliage.

"Watch out!" A shout interrupted my looking, and turning my head from where I sat under the shaded tree, I saw Scotty hold that stupid plastic mitt up and completely miss an easy ball.

Sighing, I brought my palm to my head. This was just so sad that he was my cousin.

The others laughed, and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He did scream like a girl.

Getting up off the ground, Scotty put on his ginormous hat and looked back at the laughing boys, not in the very least understanding that he'd only embarrass himself further by the following actions.

"Kay, I'll get it!" He called, turning to find the ball and muttering to himself like the little psycho he was.

I watched him search the undergrowth for the ball. He made his way over to a high green fence that had definitely seen better days.

Seeing the ball, he hesitantly started to bend down with the others screaming at him to hurry up.

Now on his hands and knees, I saw Scotty reach for the ball that had rolled under some dead bushes.

A sudden growl shook the fence, and Scotty grabbed the ball, springing up like a rabbit and running away from the fence as fast as he could.

"We are waiting!" An annoying, short kid with glasses, a backwards hat and a yellow shirt screamed from where he stood.

Looking at them for a second, Scotty glanced at his feet before moving them awkwardly around.

No. He wasn't doing what I think he was doing... was he?

Bringing his arm back, Scotty chucked the ball... a foot. Maybe a foot and a half. Hmm... good job, Scotty. I think that's the best you've ever done.

Laughter erupted from the boys around him, and some even collapsed to the ground.

Sighing, I leaned my head against the wooden fence behind me, wondering if I should defend my cousin or let him learn his lesson at throwing..

I heard Scotty mumble something about his life being over and then ran away.

Ladies and gentlemen; Scotty Smalls has left the sandlot.


Nothing too different... fixed QUITE a few mistakes.

See ya later.

~Chitter