Because the game was at a neutral location between two schools, who weren't too close to one another, we only had to stay at school for a half day. We packed up the bus and left at lunch time with instructions to eat on the bus...there would be plenty of time. It was a two hour drive to the neutral site.
With it being a CIF game, only the varsity team would get to travel, so we had the bus to ourselves. We each got our own row to spread out and get comfortable for a long drive.
"Will your parents still come to the game?" I asked Noah as I looked over the homemade meal Mrs. Atkins had packed for me.
"Yep! Of course! It's the playoffs!" Noah started eating from his own seat across the aisle.
"Don't say it like that." Julian leaned over his seat in front of Noah's. He reached over to flick him on the ear, making Noah flinch away. "Not everyone's parents can make the trip regardless what kind of game it is."