Prep

Sure enough the twins had found a baseball game to put on and all five of us watched until Mrs. Atkins came in and demanded that we all take showers. 

"Again? I took one this morning." I said. 

"No helping it." Noah shrugged as we walked up the stairs to our room. "She wants us to look our best."

I couldn't argue. Not with all the others going upstairs obediently. 

Noah let me shower first, which also meant I had to get dressed first. I did my best to get ready before Noah got back, putting on the buttoned up shirt, the pants, socks and shoes. Noah came back as I struggled with the belt. 

"You have to tuck your shirt in first." He told me. "Like when we wear our uniforms."

Oh. With that hint in mind, I was able to look somewhat decent.