Developing your character

There is a girl. Her name is Jasmine. She is a girl that has a brother named joseph who is a big dodger fan. Jasmine is a little concited and athletic yankee fan. She is always bragging about how good of a player she is in baseball. Her brother is always getting mad. So Joseph finally decided to prove to Jasmine that she is not the best in baseball. So they both join different teams. Jasmine being very stuck up and thinking she's the best doesn't worry about her brother playing against her. Little does she know that joseph was the reason that his team kept winnig thier games. When they finally play against each other Jasmine is very suprised that her brother is actually pretty good. But ofcouse with the thinking of Jasmine she thinks "not good enough." Later on in the game Jasmine won the game. Sadly Joseph was not able to beat Jasmine but Jasmine was still a good sport and congragulated Joseph and told "good job u did good. So Jasmine ended being a very good person after wards. But Joseph didnt care and still wanted revenge against his sister ni matter what he had to go through he would get revenge.

SETTINGS

I feel the brown dirt being pressed against my shoes.
I feel the leather glove wrapped aronud my hand, catching every ball that passes me.
I feel the leather ball so hard and round with my hand wrapped and ready to throw.
I feel the metal bat, heavy and thin ready to swing.
I feel the metal bat hit the leather ball scoring a "HOME RUN."

I smell the wet brown dirt so muddy and dirty.
I smell the inside of the leather glove mixed with dirty sweat.
I smell wet metal when i go up to bat.
I smell sweat on my hat for being on my sweaty head.
I smell my breath when im tired and ready to move on to the next base.

I see the brown dirt on the ground with white rubber bases.
I see nine players on a feild ready to move on any hit, all in shorts and t-shirts.
I see a batter ready to swing at a small leather ball going at them around 80 miles per hour.
I see a laether glove on nine players in the feild ready to catch a white leather ball.
I see one team happy to be winning and the other team sorry to be losing.

I hear the metal bat hitting the the ball
I hear the players cheering of happiness and mopeing of sadness.
I hear the ball when the it hits the glove of the back cather.
I hear the ball fly in the air when its a line drive coming towards me.
I hear kletes running in the groundon the dirt and when the players slide on the ground.

I taste the sweat that is dripping down my face.
I taste the dried up saliva in my tired mouth.
I taste dirt in my mouth when I dive on to second base or maybe even third.
I taste leather of the glove when I nervous and bite on my glove.
I taste the carne asada after the victorious win against the oppisite team.

Baseball is what I feel, Basreball is what I smell, Baseball is what I see, Baseball is what i hear, Basaeball is what i taste, Baseball is my life.