Hey Timmy!

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Cole Botsford

Ms. Bennett

4-25-14

World Lit H 6

Hey Timmy!

Timmy had been screwing up all day.  He spilled his scalding hot chocolate all over his friend’s favorite shirt and got in trouble for talking back to his counselor.  Everyone in his group saw him as a klutz who was not meant for sports camp; it was as if his parents sent him there to get him out of their hands.  Timmy was neither the smartest nor the most athletic kid at camp and he didn’t fit in with everyone.  In one day, he had heard so much trash talk you’d think he was talking to a group of drunk sailors.  Whether it was walking to camp, playing basketball, or waiting in line to get lunch, the name calling and talking only got worse.  The insults ranged from “booger brain” to “teeny-tiny Timmy”, and Timmy even heard one kid say to another “Man, I sure hope I don’t have to play on Timmy’s team, it’s a guaranteed loss!”  He was always picked last because no one wanted him on the team.  The poor kid just wanted to leave camp and sleep through the rest of summer until he could be with his own friends at school again.  Fortunately, the day was almost over and Timmy was counting down the minutes until camp was over.  Tick-tock was the sound stuck in Timmy’s head as he waited for camp to end.

As the day was ending, Timmy still had to get through one last activity.  The boys were playing wiffle ball and Timmy’s team was beating the other team by one run in the last inning.  Timmy nestled in a patch of grass with dandelions, and he started to play with the little flowers.  Suddenly, he found himself eye to eye with the other team’s top batter, Spike.  Spike was the biggest kid at camp, and he

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hit the ball over the fence every time he went up to bat.  “Be ready Timmy, this one’ll be right at ya just over your head and over the fence” Spike gloated.  

“Uhh hee nooo” Timmy managed to say as he choked on his own breath when he heard Spike’s words.  

Timmy’s teammate had a cautious look on his face. “Hey T, look alive bud, Spike’s favorite spot to hit the ball is right where you’re standing”.  Timmy scrambled on to his feet, stumbling, but  quickly gained his balance.  He wiped the bead of sweat off his eyebrow with his cap and got ready for Spike.  

“Timmy! Turn around! Spike is hitting over here” a teammate had yelled. Timmy’s face flushed from pale white to a bright red cherry color as he turned around to see that everyone was staring at him.

He said, embarrassingly, “sorry, I didn’t mean to”.  

The counselor yelled, “play ball”, and Spike stepped up to the plate, kicking the dirt underneath his feet.  Spike pointed his bat right at Timmy with a malevolent smile and chuckled.  As the pitcher got into his stance, Timmy realized his shoelace was untied.  As he bent over to tie his shoe, the pitcher had thrown the ball.  As Timmy’s head was still down, the ball was crushed by Spike’s powerful swing.  

The ball soared into the air and Timmy didn’t notice a thing until his teammates started yelling, “Timmy, Timmy, look up, look up it’s in the trees”.  Timmy tumbled on his back as he saw the ball sail into the top of the giant tree.  After a couple of tense seconds, everyone was scratching their heads on why the ball didn’t come out of the tree.  

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The counselor had blown his whistle and yelled “uh I guess Foul Ball!”  Spike stomped his foot on the ground and demanded it to be called a home run.  The counselor refused and Spike had picked up his bat.  

He pointed his bat right at Timmy again, yelling “You got lucky Timmy, just wait, you’ll have to cross the street to get this one”.  Timmy tucked his cap to shadow his nervous eyes and got ready for

the ball.  As the pitcher threw the ball, Timmy realized that he can easily catch the ball.  His gloomy and dismal attitude had changed and he was focused and determined to get that ball.  All he wanted was to be liked and not treated differently.  

“That Ball is mine” Timmy said under his tongue.  Spike had slammed the ball so high it was able to be seen in outer space.  As it was coming back down, Timmy had struggled to see the ball as the sun shined into his eyes.  He took his hat off to try and block the sunlight.  Timmy back peddled and tripped as the ball was about to go over the fence.  He put his arms out to block the flailing ball.  Timmy had no idea what happened, his eyes  closed shut, and he didn’t hear any name-calling.  He opened his left eye and saw that his teammate’s jaw dropped and his hand scratching his sweaty scalp.  He opened his right eye and everyone had the same look.  Timmy looked in his cap and noticed the smudged baseball.  The cheers were increasing and surrounding Timmy while he was hoisted on to his teammates’ shoulders.  The chant of “Timmy, Timmy” was heard throughout camp and Timmy had never felt this way before.  There was a feeling of pride, but also acceptance as his whole team saw him as the king.  Timmy was the hero, the only one who stopped Spike from hitting a home run.  He looked over and saw Spike, who was pouting and kicking the dirt.  It looked as if Spike was going to say something, but he stood back immediately as he saw Timmy open his mouth.  “Cat got your tongue

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Spike? Hey you told me to be ready!”  Timmy yelled, as the rest of his teammates kept him raised in the air, cheering and not yelling “tiny Timmy” but a new nickname.  “Tenacious Timmy”