Dave walked me to field two where our parents were supposedly watching Noah. Instead we found them with Jeremy and those two guys that control the team. The regional team.
I halted mid step. "Maybe I should go back to my field. My bat and helmet are probably still lying on the ground somewhere. It'd be bad if I lost it." I started to retreat.
"Nope." Dave stopped with his arm around my shoulders. "First we go by. You thank the director for the opportunity to play this summer. You tell the coach that you'll work hard. You'll tell our parents that you're excited and looking forward to it. Then you can go back for your stuff." I dragged my feet, but Dave was adamant.
We reached the small group and a lot of eyes were on me. Dave gave me a small pinch. I cleared my throat. "Sorry for running off like that."
