With Mrs. Atkins in charge, we were all sent upstairs to get ready for bed. I still had to shower, making sure to take care of my stitches. I didn't want to give the adults any reason to bench me.
Back in the room, I was hoping to talk with Noah a little more on what could happen with people knowing who my brother is, but he had fallen asleep by the time I was done. He had a long day after all.
He definitely had one of his best games against one of the best teams in our league. He deserved a good rest, so I let him sleep and climbed into my own bed.
Honestly, I don't feel like it was too important. Who would really care that I was related to a professional baseball player?
...I soon found out...that a lot of people cared.
Living with the Atkins and sharing a room with Noah, I've become accustomed to waking up with some kind of noise. Very rarely it would be so quiet.
