After school, we switched our backpacks for our baseball bags and met with the others by the baseball field. Everyone was rather quiet, with most of the team listening to music with their headphones on. Coach didn't rush us to load up the bus until the school parking lot was mostly empty.
Just as we got on, I saw Mrs. Atkins car pulled right up next to the bus. She brought bags and bags of food onto the bus, which helped to liven up the atmosphere.
Noah grinned proudly as he ate a bowl of fruit. We were finally heading to the stadium, crawling along with the freeway traffic. "This was a good idea. I probably would have been dead of starvation if you hadn't said anything."
I gave a small nod, munching on my leftover lunch. After Mr. Petrus small talk, I felt less jittery and more relaxed. The food helped too. It helped the whole team, who were now chatting with one another merrily. It started to feel like any other normal game. Up until we arrived at Stanford.
