As I walk down the streets of Wyoming, it is crowded with people and loud noises. I remember back in NC when kids made fun of me when I talked. Ok ok, I am not a normal kid. In sixth grade, I stuttered when I talked and people make fun of me when that happened.

I try not to do it but it still happens, people start laughing, and the world stops, I feel alone.

But I  dislike  Jackson Hole, Wyoming . I don’t like my house or the food here. The pizza is gross. It nothing like NC’s pizza. Tonight as I lay on my bed, I think about school on the next day and baseball tryouts.

I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach.

“Good morning sweetie,”  said my mom.

  “Morning mom,” I replied.

“ You ready for school?” asked my mom. I did not say anything.

As me and my mom walk down the hallway that lead down to my classroom,kids with their parents stream down the hallways too. It was loud and noisy the whole way to the classroom and my hands began to sweat but my mom held on to my hand the whole time.Once in the classroom, my mom lets go of my hand and pushes me a little to the front.And she whispers to me, “ Good luck my Jacob”, those words lit me up cause dad would say that to me.

“Ok guys time to settle down,”says my teacher Mr. Jayden as he passes out worksheets. Time passed fast and then it was over. All of us ran outside full of joy! I ran to the baseball field to get ready for tryouts with a couple of other boys who were in my class. I think one of them was  named Martin or something like that.  

“Come on boys huddle around,” said one of the coaches. All of us ran over to him

“My name is Coach Mike and that is Coach Furster,’’ says coach Mike indicating to Coach Furster.  

“If you are 11-13 you are with me,’’ says coach Fruster.

“And  if you are 14-15 you are with me,” says coach Mike

A couple of other boys and I jog over to coach Furster. Coach Furster takes out a clipboard and starts calling out our names.

“Martin,” he called.  

“I’m here,”Martin said as he raised his hand.Coach Furster marked something on his clipboard.

  He called some other names then he finally called my name  

“ Jacob,” he called  

“ Hhhere,” I said as some of the boys laughed and smirked .

“ Ok boys were going to start running laps,” said coach. Everyone groaned. But we did as we were told .

When we started running most of the boys were whispering things like.

“Are you a monster or a human,” a boy named Tyron said as he passed me.

“III’m a  huuman ?” I replied as I stuttered.

“ Dude why do you talk like that anyways,” said Martin. He was right behind Tyron.

“Are you a monster or what ?” said Tyron.

“III’m a huumman ok”! I replied as warm tears tried to escape my eyes.

“II’m a hummman ok,” mocked Martin as we finished our last lap around the field. “ Ok boys were going to do some passing drills,” says coach Furster. After passing drills and batting drills, coach marks something on his clipboard then cars began to show up.  Parents started to come up the hill to pick us up. At first I did not see mom but then I spotted her, I ran over to her as she hugged me tightly in her arms