Take me out to the ballgame

Posted on Mon Jun 5th, 2023 @ 1:35am by Caitlin Thompson PhD & Sebastion Burke III
Edited on on Sun Jun 25th, 2023 @ 3:47pm

907 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: 1. Year One
Location: San Francisco Candlestick Park
Timeline: August 21st 1992

Sebastian didn't really want to be here. After all his dad had just died a few days prior. But one of his dad's friends had pushed for Sebastian to go. They didn't want him moping around the house. Sebastian's mother had already died 6 months prior, and the cops were still listing it as suspicious, but had no suspects. It had been a break failure in the car, as she was going down a very Steep Hill and lost control. His father's death was also listed as murder, but this was because he was shot in Cold Blood, as was his father's security.

Sebastian knew he had to go on. After all there was some charity event going on, that his parents had helped set up. And now the both of them were gone it was up to him to stand in for them. So here he was while the Giants were getting ready to play the Houston Astros. At one of his favorite stadiums, candlestick. He was here to help serve food in a tailgate setting help raise money for the local children's hospital, that was attached to the San Francisco University. His dad's company had given a lot of money to the University and the local hospitals. So this was normal to Sebastian.

School had given him a couple of days off, not that it was your normal school. He attended a private school of the arts in San Francisco. Where his main Arts were Orchestra, and dancing. They of course had a really good standing in normal academics, and he was holding an a average so far. Of course he had been attending ever since his mom and passed away, and dealing with strange things. Like the mysterious aunt that had showed up. He knew it to be true, she was really the sister of his mother. But in all the years of his short life, his mother had never mentioned her. And his maternal grandparents had been dead for some time. So he couldn't get any answers from them. In fact his Aunt seem to be the only living relative on his mother's side. Of course on his father's side it was just as blank. His father had been his grandparents only child. He knew there'd been a few ants and uncles, but they had their own money, and we're mostly super old.

Of course after his mother had died, his aunt had shown up trying to insist all the money. Of which his father shot down. Because all of it was connected between his parents. She did not like that answer. Lately Sebastian had been fighting her, and the courts. As she was trying to get full custody of him. He was using the lawyer from his dad's company.

Sebastian handed out another hot dog. All of the kids around him wore the same kind of jersey. All of them were super sick. And many of them may not make it past the next few months.
Going to the ball game was normal to him. While he wasn't much of a sports fan, his dad had been. His dad had held season tickets all of his life, that he knew of. And whenever they were in town his dad made sure that Sebastian and himself had gone to see the giants, the 49ers, and the Golden State warriors. They even made their way occasionally to see the San Jose hockey team over the past year.

He wasn't even sure if his heart was still in the dancing. Now that his parents were gone, and he was only 14, his fear was he would be entered into the system. Though the lawyer for his dad's company had started the paperwork to emancipate him. Course the biggest filer against it was the mysterious aunt. He handed out another hot dog, and then he sighed. The man next to him heard this, and put an arm around his shoulders. This had been his one rock. The lawyer of his parents, the head lawyer of his dad's company. And now his lawyer. His dad and the lawyer had been friends all of their lives. And now he was following up on a promise, to look after Sebastian

"I know, kid. He would have loved this."

Sebastian didn't answer. Instead he just nodded. He was sure his life was about to get more difficult. After all he had to prove a few things to the courts, though having an income was already taken care of. Being one of the richest kids in the city of San francisco, and the state, took care of that.

His parents had trained him how to balance a checkbook. Not that he'd have to worry about doing it for the company they had accountants for that. And of course there have been some weird changes since the death of his mother. Not the normal teenage boy changes, cracking voice, hair and strange places. Instead This was different. The other day he had been in his house, and when he went to set something down it fell off the edge of the table. And seemed to fall in slow motion. His morning run seemed to take a lot less time than normal.

He wasn't sure. But he had a feeling his life was about to get more difficult. And he knew he was going to have to grow up a lot sooner than he wanted.

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