If you are reading this, thank you. This is just a trial just to see what people think and so I don't forget about it. This story will go through all three movies and a bit in between. Anyways, enjoy!

I sighed as I entered my room. My mom, aunts and grandmother were all downstairs and had just finished another one of their 'you should act like a girl' speeches. I thought I had a right to be me and not them. I swear sometimes it's like they still live in the 70s. Oh, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Shaylee Michaels. I have auburn hair that hangs halfway down my back when not pulled up, like it usually is, and icy blue eyes. I'm 13 years old and a tomboy through and through. I live in Michigan and the year is 2010. I shook my head and pulled my long hair up into a pony tail before I grabbed my baseball, mitt and bat along with putting on my Detroit Tigers hat. It was my dad's...he died when I was a little girl. I smiled sadly at it before I put it on and jumped out my window, landing on the cement, the balls of my feet absorbing my fall. I walked through the town, throwing my ball in the air lazily. Because I'm a tomboy and a bit of a loner, I have no friends. The girls think I'm strange and the boys could care less about me. I smiled as my sandlot came into view. When my dad was still around, he had shown me a movie called The Sandlot and I had fallen in love with the trio of movies. After he died, I had wandered around town and found the lot I was now on. It reminded me of the movie and my dad so I decided to claim it as my own. I had set up a bucket so I could practice my pitching and my batting as well. I smiled as I looked around the lot. It was the only place where I could be myself.

"Play ball." I whispered as I took my mitt out of my jean pocket and set my bat on the side. I always practice my pitching first. I smirked as I threw the first one and went on from there. This was the first day of summer and the first time in a long while I could go to the sandlot and play. I'm an advanced student, so I had homework a lot, but that's beside the point. Anyways, I practiced for a little longer until I threw the fateful pitch. The ball left my hand with amazing speed and once it hit the bucket, the bucket itself was pushed to the ground. Sighing, I moved to go fix it when suddenly, lightning felt like it shot up my spine. I froze and when it happened again, I fell to the ground unconcious.

"You okay?"

"I don't think she can hear you, Squints."

"Yeah yeah, she hasn't moved since she arrived."

"Do you think she's hurt?"

"Do you think she's hurt?"

"With the fall she had, it'd be a miracle."

"Way to be optimistic."

"Shh, she's waking up." I groaned as the last voice spoke.

Who the heck are the guys above me? I thought, And what are they doing on my sandlot? I opened my eyes only to see 8 boys staring at me. I did the only thing any normal person would do. I screamed.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" A Hispanic boy said. It was then I realized something even freakier. The 8 boys were The Sandlot boys! I shook my head crazily, my eyes wide and I ran away, or rather tried to. I ended up stumbling and falling. Benny, being the closest to me, grabbed my arms and steadied me. "Careful, you had a big fall." He said. I ripped my arms from his grasp and shouted,

"Don't touch me!" I backed up, staring at the boys wildly.

"Calm down, we won't hurt you." Ham said, but he didn't even sound reassuring.

"Yeah yeah, you're safe with us." Yeah-Yeah added.

"Just don't touch me!" I shouted, "You aren't supposed to exist!"

"What're you talking about?" Squints asked.

"Of course we're supposed to exist." Kenny added.

"Are we sure this girl isn't crazy?" Bertram whispered to Benny.

"I am not crazy, I'm dreaming!" I shouted, feeling hystarical.

"You're right in front of us," Timmy pointed out, "you can't be dreaming."

"You can't be dreaming." Tommy repeated.

"I'm dreaming." I said, slightly quieter, "I have to be. This is a movie, it can't be real." The boys shared confused looks.

"What are you talking about?" Benny asked. It hit me then. This is all real. I'm really here, in a movie, before it actually began. I kneeled on the ground.

"Oh, God." I whispered, "Oh, God!" The boys slowly surrounded me, cautious. They led me to the dugout and set me down.

"Alright, what the hell's going on?" Ham asked.

"I-I'm not from here." I whispered.

"Obviously." Squints remarked, earning him a hit from Benny. I continued,

"Where...where I come from...this is all a movie." I took a deep breath. "And that means that...I know what's going to happen this summer."

"That's not possible." Bertram said.

"Why would I lie?" I cried before I realized something. "How did you guys even find me?"

"You fell out of the sky, right on top of me." Kenny explained.

"Oh...sorry." I said sheepishly. Kenny shrugged as if to say 'no big deal'.

"I still don't believe you." Squints crossed his arms.

"I can prove it." I stated, "I know all of your names." As I said their names, I pointed to them, "Michael 'Squints' Palledorous, Hamilton 'Ham' Porter, Bertram Grover Weeks, Timmy and Tommy 'Repeat' Timmons, Kenny DeNunez, Alan 'Yeah-Yeah' McClennan and Benjamin 'Benny' Rodriguez." All 8 boys' eyes were wide. "That proof enough?" I smirked.

"Okay, so she's telling the truth." Ham stated.

"So what do we do with her?" Timmy asked, Tommy repeating him. Benny crossed his arms thoughtfully.

"Well, we can't just leave her here." He stated. I rolled my eyes.

Obviously. I thought.

"We can say she's homeless and have her move in with one of us." Squints suggested.

"That's a good idea." I admitted. Squints grinned. "So who am I staying with?" I asked.

"Benny." The 7 boys answered in unison, pointing at the Hispanic.

"Why me?" Benny asked.

"Because your parents will agree." Ham stressed.

"And your's won't?" Benny asked.

"No." The 7 answered. Benny sighed, removed his Dodgers hat and ran a hand through his hair.

"Fine." He agreed. I just then noticed my mitt was missing.

"Where's my mitt?" I demanded.

"You play baseball?" Kenny asked.

"Duh, why else would I have a mitt." I rolled my eyes, "Now where is it?" Kenny handed it to me. I sighed with a soft smile, glad to feel the familiar material of my mitt.

"Please, girls can't play ball." Ham scoffed. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" I asked, "Then base up and I'll prove it." Slowly, the 8 took their spots. I went to the pitcher's mound and stared at Ham long and hard before I threw the ball. It hit his mitt and forced him to the ground. He looked at me, eyes wide. I smirked before walking up to the home plate, taking a batt and putting my mitt in my jean pocket. Kenny held the ball tightly before he threw the ball. Knowing Hercules or 'the Beast' was behind the fence, I made sure to hit the ball for one of the guys. I smirked as they all stared at me. "What was that about girls not being able to play ball?" I asked.

"Alright, you can play." Benny said, "Which means you can be our 9th player." My eyes widened and I shook my head.

"No, that belongs to someone else," I protested, "I'm just the extra." The boys shared confused looks but agreed.

Later that day, Benny led me to his house. I was fiddling with my fingers nervously. Benny saw this and said,

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." I looked up into his brown eyes and smiled slightly in thanks. He led me in and called, "Mama, estoy en casa!" (I'm home) A woman I assumed to be Benny's mom came out and smiled,

"Hola Benny, como-" (how) She paused when she saw me and asked, "Quien es este?" (Who is this)

"Mama, este es Shaylee." (This is Shaylee) Benny explained, "Que ha perido su casa." (She's lost her home.) Mrs. Rodriguez gasped. "Puede quedarse con nosotros?" (Can she stay with us)

"Si, si." Mrs. Rodriguez agreed before she turned to me and said, "You poor girl, Benny will show you to the guest room and I'll take you out to buy some clothes tonight." I smiled in thanks.

"Come on, Lee." Benny said, using the boys' new nickname for me, "This way to the guest room." As we walked down the hallway to my new room, I said,

"I can speak Spainish, you know." Benny's eyes widened. "My dad and aunts took Spainish and I grew obsessed with the language when I was a kid, so they taught it to me and I can now speak it fluently."

"Wow." Was all Benny could say. When he showed me the room, he told me dinner would be ready soon and left. I noticed there was a nightstand near the bed with a key and a lock on it's drawer. I took out the diary I carried with me and opened it. I quickly wrote an entry in it before I put it in the drawer, closed it and locked it. I turned to the window near my bed and sighed. This is my life for now, let's just hope I can do it.

Well there's the chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed and I might update soon if enough of you review. Please review! Later.