Chapter 482: CIF Semifinal: Anderson HS (8)

My helmet felt too tight when I put it on and my bat felt too heavy in my hands. I could feel the guys in the dugout all glancing my way. 

"Do your best!" Coach told me on my way out. 

I stiffly moved to the batter's box. The catcher had just gotten back from the mound after a short talk with the pitcher and one of their coaches. 

"Batter up." The umpire's voice was oddly clear, even with the crowds cheering. 

I stepped in the box, but the catcher didn't squat back down. He stayed standing, his left hand with the glove on was outstretched, far beyond my reach. They were going to walk me?

The pitcher threw the ball nice and slow, way out of the zone. 

"Ball." The ump said and the catcher threw it back. 

I glanced back at my dugout, but no signs came. Zeke stood on the circle, lightly swinging his bat back and forth. 

If they weren't going to pitch to me, are they going to pitch to him instead?