Saturday morning, I woke up shaking. At first I thought it was an earthquake, but soon enough, I could spot Noah on the side, pushing and pulling my mattress. I groaned. "It's too early. The game isn't until after lunch."
"No!" He exclaimed. "You've gotta get up now for breakfast with Mom and Dad. I need your face to plead our case!"
"Plead our case?" I squinted out from covers. "What's going on?"
"The tryouts!" He jumped down and started to pace. Our room was empty so it meant the twins must have gone downstairs for breakfast already. Noah went to his desk, picked up his laptop, and brought it to my bed. "Look! They've posted the tryouts for the Northwest regional team!"
