V3 ch340 CIF Quarterfinals: West Valley Prep (2)

After warmups and batting practice, the stands started to fill up. Really fill up. The bus from our school came with 50-60 students. That was just the tip of the iceberg. There were still classmates that showed up with friends and family. My shoulders started to feel heavy and it felt a little harder to breathe. 

Until Noah slapped me on the back. "Why do you even look if you know it makes you uncomfortable?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "I like knowing where Mom and Dad are."

"Let me look." Noah scanned the crowd. "Okay. I see them. With Gramps. And hey, even Ryan came." He let me look, pointing out the small group. Near them, I could see Kaylee with her friends. Not far from them was Marie and a few other softball players. 

I relaxed, letting out a long breath of air. Everyone that was supposed to be here, made it. I glanced at Noah. "Why do you think Ryan came? Kyle can't pitch at all today." He had to rest for the mandatory three days.