The Contract (Jeter Publishing) - Hardcover

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Jeter, Derek

 
9781481423120: The Contract (Jeter Publishing)
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 1481423126 ISBN 13: 9781481423120
Verlag: A Paula Wiseman Book/Beach Lane Books, 2014

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The debut book in the New York Times bestselling Contract series, The Contract is a middle grade baseball novel inspired by the youth of legendary sports icon and role model Derek Jeter.

As a young boy, Derek Jeter dreams of being the shortstop for the New York Yankees. He even imagines himself in the World Series. So when Derek is chosen for the Little League Tigers, he hopes to play shortstop. But on the day of the assignments, Derek Starts at second base. Still, he tries his best while he wishes and dreams of that shortstop spot. And to help him stay focused on school, his parents make him a contract: keep up the grades or no baseball. Derek makes sure he always plays his best game—on and off the baseball field!

Derek Jeter has played Major League Baseball for the New York Yankees for twenty seasons and is a five-time World Series Champion. He is a true legend in professional sports and a role model for young people both on the field and through his Turn 2 Foundation.

Inspired by Derek Jeter’s childhood, The Contract is the first book in Derek Jeter’s middle grade baseball series, an important part of the Jeter Publishing program, which will encompass adult nonfiction titles, children’s picture books, middle grade fiction, Ready-to-Read children’s books, and children’s nonfiction. For more about Jeter Publishing visit JeterPublishing.com.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Derek Jeter is a fourteen-time All-Star and five-time World Series winner who has played for one team—the storied New York Yankees—for all twenty seasons of his major league career. His grace and class on and off the field have made him an icon and role model far beyond the world of baseball.

Paul Mantell is the author of more than 100 books for young readers, including books in the Hardy Boys and Matt Christopher series.

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The Contract

Chapter One

A DREAM IS BORN

“Jeter, the rookie from Kalamazoo, takes a lead off second after his double. . . . There’s a line single to right, Jeter comes around third, he’s racing for the plate. . . . Here’s the throw. . . . Derek Jeter slides under the tag and he is . . . SAFE! The Yankees win the World Series! Holy Cow! Derek Jeter, the kid who came out of nowhere, has helped the Bombers return to glory! Listen to that crowd roaring his name . . . Der-ek . . . Je-ter!”

“Derek! Derek Jeter! Are you with us?”

Derek’s third-grade teacher, Ms. Wagner, was staring down at him, frowning. Behind her the whole class erupted in laughter. Derek woke from his daydream into an instant nightmare. He sat up straight and said, “I was listening, Ms. Wagner! I really was!”

“Well, then maybe you can repeat what I said—for anyone in the class who wasn’t listening.”

Yikes! He was really stuck now. What was he going to say? The awful truth was that his mind had been miles away—at Yankee Stadium for the Fall Classic, not here in Room 212 of Saint Augustine Elementary School in the middle of April.

Ms. Wagner’s frown curled into a smile. Before Derek embarrassed himself any further, she added, “Never mind. This is an important assignment, class. So let me repeat it again, just so everyone gets it. Tonight’s homework is a two-page essay entitled ‘My Dreams for the Future.’”

A wave of giggling came from somewhere behind the teacher. For some reason a few of the students thought the topic was hilarious.

Ms. Wagner’s smile morphed back into a frown. “I want you all to take this seriously, now. You have the whole weekend to think about it. Don’t just write something silly—that you want to grow up to be Luke Skywalker or Tina Turner. I want to know your real dreams, the ones you could actually make come true.”

“Ooo! Ooo!” Jamali Winston said, raising her hand and waving it frantically.

“Yes, Jamali?”

“What if we’re not sure what we want to be?”

“You don’t have to be sure about anything. This essay is your chance to think about your future and come up with some goals.”

Derek wrote down the assignment, smiling. This was going to be easy! He knew what he wanted to be—a big-league baseball player. He’d wanted to be one ever since he was . . . well, even before he could remember.

The bell rang. Derek grabbed his things and stuffed them into his book bag. He threw on his coat. It was still pretty wintry in Kalamazoo, Michigan—which was not unusual for mid-April. Piles of leftover dirty snow were still on the ground from a blizzard they’d had two weeks before. And more snow showers were expected for tomorrow.

Derek sure hoped it got warmer soon, because Little League season was about to start. He sped down the hall toward the exit doors, dodging slower kids like he was running back a kickoff.

“Hey, Derek!” came a familiar voice from behind him. “Where are you running to?”

Derek turned and smiled. “Hey, Vijay. How’s it going?” The two boys high-fived.

“Excellent, as always. Little League next week! You ready for some baseball?”

Vijay Patel had started playing ball with Derek and the other kids as soon as his family had moved into Mount Royal Townhouses. Vijay’s parents were from India. They both loved cricket, but because Vijay had grown up here in the United States, he had become a big baseball fan.

The only problem was, he wasn’t exactly a natural athlete. At first he hadn’t been able to figure out which leg went forward when you threw the ball. Derek had helped him straighten that part out at least. From then on, Vijay had been his devoted friend, and Derek took pride in Vijay’s improvement. On the night of the Little League tryouts in February, Derek had even given Vijay one of his Yankees sweatshirts so he wouldn’t look so out of place—Vijay was wearing a jack-o’-lantern sweatshirt at the time.

“I sure hope we’re on the same team,” he told Derek as they got outside.

“Yeah, me too,” Derek said, giving Vijay a pat on the shoulder. He meant it too. It was fun to have your friends on your team. But even more importantly, he wanted to be on a really good team for a change, a team that had kids with baseball talent.

Derek’s last two teams hadn’t done well at all. He had memorized all the ugly numbers. His Giants had finished 2–10 two years back. The following year his Indians had been only slightly better, at 3–9. He hadn’t liked watching other teams celebrate at his team’s expense, or the razzing he had gotten the next day at school.

The two boys walked back to Mount Royal Townhouses. It was a gigantic housing development with garden apartments, row houses, and a few taller apartment buildings. There were parking lots all around—lots of cement, and only a few green patches of grass and trees here and there. In fact, if it hadn’t been for “The Hill,” there would have been no large area of grass at all—no place to play baseball.

The Hill was really just a gradual slope, so it was possible to play there. But it was still far from ideal. Home plate was at the bottom of the slope, so Derek and his friends were always hitting and running uphill. Sometimes the outfielders tripped racing down the hill to make a catch, and wound up doing somersaults, or worse, scraping their knees.

They had to dodge trees, too! There were two trees in the outfield, and they often got in the way. But Derek didn’t care. Any game of baseball was better than no game at all. His love of the game had inspired the rest of the players too.

Derek had been the ringleader of this bunch of ball-playing maniacs ever since his family had moved to Mount Royal. The kids had started calling it “Derek Jeter’s Hill” in his honor—he practically lived there.

Every day, even in cold or rain, he’d be out there tossing a ball into the air by himself, until one of the other kids saw him through their window, grabbed a glove, and came out to join him. Two kids could play a pretend game on the hill, complete with radio announcing by Derek and whoever else was playing. If there were three kids, it made it even better.

With four or more kids they could actually play a real game—bending the rules, of course, but still, an actual game, with winners and losers and genuine thrills and chills. The games were often between the Tigers, the favorite team of most of the kids, and the Yankees, Derek’s idols. Jack Morris versus Dave Winfield, Kirk Gibson versus Ron Guidry.

“Want to play some ball?” Vijay asked Derek as they came to the bottom of the hill. From here they had to go opposite ways.

“Gotta write my essay first,” Derek said.

“You’ve got all weekend to do that!”

“Not me. I’ve got to finish all my homework before I get to do anything else,” Derek said.

Vijay already knew that those were the rules in the Jeter house, but he shook his head, still unable to figure it out. “Okay. Whatever, I guess. See you later, then. If you finish before dark, that is.”

“I’ll be there,” Derek promised. He already knew what he was going to write. At...

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Verlag
A Paula Wiseman Book/Beach Lane Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2014
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1481423126
ISBN 13 
9781481423120
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Auflage
1
Anzahl der Seiten
176
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Simon and Schuster Netherlands BV
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