Mikey stood there gripping the aluminum bat as Mr.Howard tied the soft, red handkerchief around his eyes. In two seconds the bright sunny day disappeared from Mikey's sight and everything went dark. He was spun 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 times in a circle and wavered as he was release from Mr.Howard's grip. Suddenly a new form overcame Mikey. This wasn't his first birthday party and he was more than ready to be the first to break open the Pinata. Four boys had already gone ahead if him and all four of them had failed to even crack the glorious spiderman pinata. Mikey was determined that he would not be like the other boys, oh no, not this time.
Mikey took a deep breath, steadied his head from the spinning, tightened his grip on the bat, and listened. He heard the rope rubbing against the basketball hoop, he heard the thin paper fluttering in the air, he heard the boy's cheering for him, and he felt the soft wind from the cardboard super hero gently brush his face from only one foot away. He could smell the hot dogs on the barbecue and the sweat on the grip of the bat. Suddenly, "whoosh", and spiderman was directly in front of him, just one foot away. One foot away from the delicious sweets inside, one foot away from him being the hero of the party, one foot away from sheer joy.
"C'mon Mike, we don't have all day." Mr. Howard called from behind. Then, in one swift motion, Mikey took a huge step forward, cocked the bat, and swung. He was so fast no one saw it coming. Mikey made instant contact. He felt spiderman give underneath his lethal hands and ripped off the handkerchief. He looked at the ground and saw the pile of delicious sweets, the group of greedy boys, and a very destroyed spiderman lying at his feet. Finally Mikey had achieved his goal, finally HE would be the hero of the party, finally HE would have the bragging rights. Michael James Finnegan smiled victoriously and dove to the ground to fill his party bag with his winnings.
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