(Jake)
I found myself back in my own bed and more than slightly disoriented. It took me some time before I realized I wasn't dreaming and that really happened. My brother is a professional baseball player. My dad is dead. I have an uncle.
I wonder if there's an aunt? A cousin or two? And...why did none of them come for me? Good news, my dad didn't not want me. Bad news, more people exist that didn't want me. I was struggling with how to feel.
I got out of bed and checked the time: 4pm. The boys should still be at practice. I hope Coach doesn't get too mad that I skipped...again. I have to have the poorest attendance out of all the varsity players.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face and clear the gunk out of my eyes. Then I headed downstairs. I found Mr. Atkins sitting in the living room, watching some kind of tv show on home improvement.
"Jake." He stood up once he noticed me. "How are you feeling now?"
