On Top of the Dugout Last Sunday 10/16/16 me, Chris, and Trey went to the dugout and the basketball court at Motes park. In the end, we ended up at my house. I was bored so I decided to call Chris while I was talking to Chris I was pacing back and forth. It was 14 days until Halloween. First, we were playing baseball, Chris hit a homerun, I didn't. Second, we cleaned out the dugout so we could ride scooters and ripsticks. We did some bottle flips Chris landed it so... I yelled,”oooo he got the skills!” Chris responded,” I guess so.” I asked,” Can I try?” Chris siyed,” Ok.’’
We played more baseball this time I did hit a homerun. Later, Chris went to my house to get a scooter, afterward, Chris had a stupid idea of doing a bottle flip on top of the dugout and got it stuck. So to get it down he got the broom and the baseball bat stuck on top of the dugout.
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Then, with the water bottles we made smoke bombs. Then we rode in the dugout again. I went to my house to check in and I got chalk. We played more baseball. We were thirsty so we took a break and got water. Then we started making the hole in the dugout bigger. I used my scooters as stairs. To start with I waited a second my hands were sweaty. We got on top of the dugout! I scraped my arm and the scratch is still there. We blew up smoke bombs on top of the dugout. We hit baseballs off of the dugout. We made a type of smoke bomb out of chalk. We see Trey in the distance. “ Hi.” Trey yelled “ What's up?” Chris asked “ Not much.” Trey
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