It only took us a little over an hour to get to Stanford. There wasn't any traffic on a Sunday night. As soon as we pulled up to the school, Noah sent a text to Mom saying that we had arrived.
The school wasn't as busy as the last time we were here, but it also wasn't as dead as I thought it would be. There were students walking across the campus on a Sunday night; most probably going back to their homes or something.
Zeke found a parking spot and we got out in time to see the sun setting over the campus. Noah was quick to snap a picture with his phone. Then we grabbed our bags and Zeke took the lead. We came across other teens, either alone or with their parents, all heading to the same dorm building.
The line was rather long, leaving us outside.
Zeke glanced down at us. "You guys stay here and follow the line. I'll go in and see if I can meet with Coach Leroy." He held both of his bags in one hand, over his shoulder, and headed for the door.
