Scars

With everything done, it was time for me to go back to school. It was the start of practice by the time they dropped me off, so they took me straight to the field. 

"Noah sent a text saying he put your baseball bag in the clubhouse." Mrs. Atkins told me as I got out of the car. "We'll take your backpack home."

"Thanks." I gave a smile then hurried down to the field. If I didn't hurry, I might have to warm up with Drew instead of just joining in late with the team. I could see them just coming out of the dugout so I could still make it. 

In the clubhouse, I spotted my bag out in the open where Noah and I usually put our cleats on. I went to it and pulled out my baseball pants and an old t-shirt. Neither of these items were appropriate court-wear so I had to just pack them. I looked around; seeing that I had the room to myself, I started to change here instead of running to the bathroom to do so.