Peeling Off the Edge
Hey! My knuckles twitched. I felt the grip on this bat loosen up! I gave a sharp yank, peeling my arm right off the glossy paper. Whoosh! My pitchfork tail gave a tiny flick, tapping against the printed black stripe behind me. It made a faint papery snap. I took a deep, scratchy breath and grinned wide—I'm moving, I'm real, and I'm ready to swing!