Samantha walked slowly up the steps leading to Mr. Santiago’s front door. Why do I have to be the one to do this? she wondered.
As she neared the front door, she stepped carefully around the broken glass on the porch. "What a mess!" she said quietly. "I hope Mr. Santiago isn’t too angry. Most of all, I hope he will give our baseball back."
Samantha looked behind her before she knocked on the door. She could see her friends hiding behind cars and in the bushes. Their eyes were fixed on her. They also looked ready to run at any moment.
Samantha rolled her eyes at them and turned back to the door. She thought of the time Mr. Santiago threw some pitches with her friends. She also remembered a time he brought juice and cookies to them on a hot day.
She raised her chin and firmly knocked on the door.
What did Samantha and her friends do in this story?

