381 Family Tree (1/2)
The injury to the A's Maberry was a hot topic before Saturday's game. Our whole team was talking about it through warmups until Zeke shut it down with a simple glare. The talks picked up again as we sat in our dugout and prepared to officially take the field. Coach had decided on Garret being the starter today, shifting Mahki back to left field, and putting Tanner in right.
Garret was given a limit for pitch count, and really pushed it to the max. He covered six innings of no runs, and only two hits. If that wasn't amazing enough, he struck out ten batters within the six innings.
James closed it up in the seventh but not until he gave up a two-run homerun. Our team didn't mind it though. We were already winning 9-0. We just couldn't get that tenth run to end it.
Everyone on the team got a hit so it was a great day. Lots of happy faces. Noah had two hits out of four appearances, and scored one run. I went 2-3, with a walk, and scored the three times I reached. Zeke overshadowed us though; going 4-4, with a homerun, five RBI's and two runs scored.
The rest of the day was spent lazing at home, until Mr. and Mrs. Atkins treated us to a dinner and movie at the mall. It brought back a lot of memories...from when I was first placed with the Atkins. I didn't speak at all. Now, I was better. Not completely cured or fixed, but still, better than nothing.
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Sunday, I spent the day with the boys at The Arcade. Only Zeke, Noah, and I, went to the cages while we were there. Zeke spent more time out there, while Noah and I broke up our time accordingly. We played some video games with the twins, practiced in the cages, and then challenged one another in mini golf. By the time we got home, I was wiped.
”Have you two made any progress on your family tree projects?” Mrs. Atkins asked when she got home from showing an open house. Her and her husband were gone all day, working. They were so busy that they came home with takeout instead of actually cooking.
Not that it's a bad thing. Just different.
”We'll do it after dinner.” Noah replied while he set the table.
Mr. Atkins laid out the food, then looked up at his wife. ”Let's eat first. Then you can help them with their project.”
Mrs. Atkins looked like she wanted to say something, but held back after seeing us dig in.
After eating dinner and making small talk, Mrs. Atkins asked for me and Noah to do our project at the kitchen table. We gathered our sheets and Noah grabbed an old one he had done in middle school. We both sat down and began.
Noah just had to copy down the names from his previous project. I finished in two seconds after writing two names...mine and my mom's.
Noah frowned when he saw that I stopped so soon. He looked up and saw my mostly blank sheet. ”Don't worry, I'm sure that they can't dock you for not knowing. It's the hand you were dealt.”