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Never Time Traveling Again

“Stop being such a…” I cannot find the right word. “Such a… baby!” I exclaim triumphantly.
“What happens when we get into trouble?” Max, my best friend asks. He really does not mind,
he just wants me to think he does. I of all people should know, as we have been friends since I can
remember. He would do anything for a little adventure. My first memory is with him and I have a feeling
we were in trouble. We always are.
“Oh, come on. We will not get in trouble.”
“That is what you always say. Then I am grounded for a month”
“Well, this time will be different.” I have started to excavate. When I finish I have a diary with
the name Tom Riddle inscribed on it. Max and I are Harry Potter junkies so we both scream “LORD
VOLDEMORT!” I find a pen in my back pocket and write: August 26, 2012 4:00 P.M. Williamsport, PA
Little League World Series Stadium. I grab Max’s hand and the diary. When I open my eyes, we are no
longer in my backyard. We are exactly where I wrote in my book and are wearing clothes that I have
seen on other people, but never had or wore. I am wearing a Southeast jersey and hat. The jersey has a
number 18 on the back. I am also wearing sparkly blue converse and jean black mini skirt that my
mother would have never would have let me wear out of the house. M ax is wearing the same jersey,
but blue and black shorts and Nike shoes. Even I have to admit he looks pretty adorable.
There is a tap on my shoulder and I turn around to find the kid with whom is number 18 on the
Southeast. Jake Rucker. Max and I both recognize him.
“Hi, are you guys’ fans?” he asks.
I am not shy in the least, but Max is. That is why, most of the time, I end up doing the talking for
both of us.
“Yeah, huge fans,” I gush.
“Really? What position do I play?” He obviously does not believe me.
“Simple. Shortstop and right handed pitcher,” I answer, smugly.
“Someone knows her baseball.” He smiles at...

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