Late Eight
Late Eight By Systematic I woke up early with Sandy still in my arms. He was holding me very tightly, and he’s a sound sleeper. We must have drifted off without remembering that he wasn’t supposed to sleep in here – but the only one who would notice would be Red, and she already suspected. Even if I couldn’t convince her that we hadn’t been up playing video games all night, she wouldn’t spill. So I relaxed. Our Saturday morning was lazy, and Sandy and I went to school together. I had practice, and he had student council work to do. Even though I was hurt, I was still expected to show at the field. “No, Late. You’re a part of this team. You need to be involved. You’re going to be there on the …