Noah and I spent the thirty minutes waiting for Mr Miller, just talking about what the week without Zeke will look like. He was convinced that we would finally have freedom, but I couldn't really see a difference. It's not like Zeke hovered over us, controlling every minute of our day. Normally we see him when he drove us to and from school, plus baseball. But we won't even be playing baseball this upcoming week so would we really feel the difference?
Mr. Miller eventually showed up and honked the golf carts horn, signaling for us to hurry up. We jumped off the bleachers with our backpacks and hurried along. As he drove us up, Noah gave him the rundown of everything that happened last night. Mr. Miller agreed with him that the school would probably help Zeke out since he's a standout.
He dropped us off and waved at us as he drove away. "See you boys at practice."
