A Bad Omen

Mr. Atkins knew exactly where to go and led us with confidence. The twins followed right behind him, then me and Noah, then Mrs. Atkins and Zeke.

"You really shouldn't give your father such a hard time, Zeke. He's just looking out for you." Mrs. Atkins spoke to Zeke in a light, but serious tone. "Injuries aren't something you can just brush off, especially if you want to play at the next level."

"I know, Mom." Zeke replied.

"If you know, then why did you argue? Now I've gotta get checked too." Noah grumbled.

"It's probably best if you get checked too, no matter what." Mrs. Atkins said from behind. "Getting injured while you're still young and growing can affect your growth in a negative way."

"Like me."

No one said anything.

I kept my eyes on my feet. "You shouldn't hide injuries or they'll only get worse."

Noah practically jumped on me and pulled my into a hug. "My poor baby brother. Forever going to five feet tall."