Wednesday after class, Zeke took us home to an empty house. Their parents were both out, working with some clients to get a house sold. Even though Mr. and Mrs. Atkins seemed to be free to watch our games and they always came home for dinner, they were actually really busy with work. Noah told me before that when it gets to be summer time, more people move so his parents would get even busier.
Without practice, we easily beat them home.
Everyone went their own way to get homework done before dinner. Noah and I weren't assigned much in the middle of the week, but I helped him with his math before doing my own. Noah then played his video game as I did my own math homework.
"Jake, you done yet?" Kyle asked, coming into our room.
"Can't you do it yourself?" Noah looked at his older brother with disgust. "Stop using Jake."
