Shago is a Native American boy who is really popular and REALLY good at pitching a baseball. And baseball in general. he is always first chosen for the teams and is the favorite. everybody wants to be his friend.
i'm NOT wearing my glasses ever again.
you look like a nerd. so weird.
The inciting moment is when Shago is making more and more mistakes and is getting worse at baseball. He can't really see his eyes are red and puffy. His pitches are sloppy and curved. He is not aware that he is losing his sight. He no longer wants to play baseball. he was like a blunt piece of steel that needed sharpening, his skills were going.
No one looking? okay put on the glasses Shago.
The rising action is when Shago's sight is so bad that he needs glasses to slow the process of blindness. Shago predicted a storm, or the blood sun, his friends asked how he knew and he replied with the sun says so. That night the waves crashed on the rocks and the wind screamed. There was no playing baseball the next day.
Shago became completely blind. He was blind as a bat.
Shago's mom got him glasses to slow the process of blindness. But his friends sart to make fun of him and laugh at him when he wore them. So he started to sit with the young boys who hoped to play if they were a player short. And stopped playing baseball at all. He was like a storm waiting to explode.
Shago is so angry and embarrassed about wearing glasses that he never wears them except when walking home. so his eyes get worse, worse, and worse. Soon he can't play baseball at all, and doesn't want to. he doesn't want anything to do with baseball. He was becoming like a bat in the day time. He like a fox hiding away from the prey, from his friends, to scared.
Because he rarely ever wore his glasses his sight was completely lost. And one day he came with a bunch of very good hand-made baseballs wanting to play baseball. But the sad thing was it was night time and they couldn't play baseball.