6 Recessive Genes

CHAPTER 6 RECESSIVE GENES "Let's play ball," I yell. I'm totally pumped. "All right," says Eric, "I'll be captain and choose the teams." "Why are you captain?" asks Penny.

WHERE AM I? "Cause my dad's the coach," says Eric, folding his arms. "Well, I want to be a captain, too," says Penny. "Okay, okay, you can be a captain, too. Let's choose teams." YIKES BLAH BLAH BLAH

DEREK FREDDY. "I go first," declares Penny. "Why do you go first?" asks Eric. "Cause I'm a girl," says Penny. "Oh," says Eric.

OVER HERE! Z-Z-Z-Z "I choose Doris," says Penny. "I choose Derek," says Eric. "I choose Randy," says Penny. "I choose Freddy," says Eric. "Who's left?" asks Penny. I wave my mitt. "Okay, I choose Hubie."

COME ON, PUT ONE RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE! BUNT! EASY OUT. "Ha," snickered Eric. "I have all the good players." "We'll just see," says Penny. "We're up first." "Because you're a girl?" asks Eric. "Right," says Penny, grabbing the bat.

HERE COMES STRIKE ONE. TEE HEE HEE SWING! Eric pitches the first ball high in the air. Penny swings and spins around. "Strike one," grins Eric. Penny brushes the hair out of her eyes. Eric rolls the ball on the ground. Penny swings. "That's the old eye," taunts Eric. "Strike two."