Special Place

     Essays, projects, blogs. All due tomorrow. Stress is building up inside of me. There's only one place where all of my stress temporarily disappears. That very special place is the baseball field. I grab my bat, glove, balls, and a tee and hurry out the door as my mom is yelling at me to do my homework. I'm out the door and I'm standing at the backstop of the baseball field. A towering fence where all of my balls will be hit at. Buckets and buckets of balls are hit, and the scorching sun evaporates the sweat of my head. But, I'm okay with this. This is what goes on at my special place. Endless buckets are being hit, and in my head I know that no one can bother me here. And then there's the ring of my phone. "Mom" is calling and I know what she wants. I have to leave my special place until another day. And back I go to the sleepless and homework filled night.