Game: @ Porterville HS (9)

After a few minutes, I felt the surroundings get quieter and was almost lulled to sleep if it wasn't for the fact that I felt someone was touching me. My eyes burst open and I started to struggle.

"Woah! Calm down! Steady!" A warm voice tried to soothe me as his arms tightened around my shoulders and under my knees. It was then I realized that I was being carried. By Mr. Atkins. I looked around frantically, trying to figure where I was and what was going on. "Jake? Jake, it's okay."

I looked up at him, squinting. "Where are we?" We we're no longer at the baseball field, or even at Porterville High School. We were in a long hallway, with a light brown on the walls. "Where's my shoes? My hat?" I started to notice things that were missing. I didn't fall asleep. Or...did I? I thought I didn't, but nothing was familiar right now. Except for the man that was carrying me.