Tuesday morning everyone was sluggish, running on minimum sleep. Zeke drove us to school quietly with all of us resting our eyes until we got to the school parking lot.
"Wow." I muttered at the sight as we pulled in.
"What is it..?" Noah mumbled, not willing to open his eyes.
"You've got to see it, to believe it." I told him.
Noah struggled to open his eyes. By the time we parked, he saw what I was talking about. He hurried to get out of the car.
"CONGRATULATIONS!"
"Woo-hoo!!"
"Atkins! Atkins! Atkins!"
There was a good size crowd right next to our baseball fields. They were all students chanting as we got out of the car. The kids in the front held a paper banner with the phrase 'State Champs' on it. Some held smaller signs with more personalized messages like: 'Way to pitch, Garret!' and 'Zeke the Freak'.
