Pre-Game 2

At the park, everything looks the same

except for one thing.

My grandfather sits on a camping chair

beneath a giant umbrella

away from everyone else,

talking to a family,

but not just any family.

I see something

I can’t believe—

it’s the Agbayanis!

When they see us

they all stand,

and there are so many

strange hellos and nice to meet yous.

Lola smiles at me,

and next to her is Malia,

wrapped in a scarf, sunglasses,

and a wide straw hat,

her lips frozen into a frown.

This is the first time

I’ve seen her

away from her house.

She doesn’t move,

so I sit down next to her.

I pull out the notebook,

start flipping through doodles.

Look at this one, I say.

It’s the golem.

Well, can you make it come to life right now?

I look where’s she’s looking, and I see Martin and the other boys

staring at us in between their baseball game.

I can’t blame them, she says.

I mean, look at me?

Wrapped up like a mummy.

And it’s then I notice

that people everywhere

are talking and eating all together,

but no one

is talking to the Agbayanis

except for us.

I go over to Malia

with my mitt and baseball.

Want to play catch?

Malia looks at me,

a smile across her face,

she jumps up.

 

 

The mitt dangles from her hand,

then suddenly she launches the ball at me

with incredible strength.

I let it fly past me

since I don’t have a mitt.

It soars, then bounces

all the way into the field,

right past Martin

to where Jordan is standing.

 

 

But before I can pick up the ball,

Martin puts his foot on it,

staring at it and then me,

then he lifts his arm

like he’s throwing a fastball.

 

 

But I don’t move,

not an inch.

He laughs.

Is the creature your girlfriend now?

I hold out my hand

for him to give me the ball.

No way! I’m not touching this thing after she did.

He moves his foot off the ball.

Jordan walks over,

picks the ball up from the ground,

puts it in my hand.