It
was a hot summer day. The temperature was in the high 90s but the humidity made
it feel as though it were in the 100s. It was pretty unusual for Detroit. Sure
Detroit had warm days in the summer, but usually only in the mid-80s and
certainly without the high percentage of humidity. All around the city people
sat on their porches desperately trying to cool off as many homes were without
air conditioning.
Timothy
Peters was outside tossing a baseball around with his sister, Grace. He knew
that baseball really wasn’t Grace’s thing, but she had agreed to help him work
on his pitching arm. He needed to keep in shape if he was going to make the
high school team again next school year. Every year the teens trying out for
the team were better and better. Tim was afraid of one of them taking his
pitching spot one year. He needed to stay on the varsity team each year if he
was going to get a sports scholarship for college. He wanted to better himself
so he would never have to live in places like Detroit. He hated it here, but
this was where is dad’s job was. He didn’t know how many times he had argued
with his parents about moving. If only they could see the things I do every
single day. It’s not safe here, especially not for Gracie.
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