Before Mercy and her friends left, a few people had been shouting about setting up the tent quickly. But when they returned with their group, the tent was still lying on the ground.
Hearing the commotion ahead, they walked over to check it out.
A group of burly men with bulging muscles stood in front of a few boys from their class. The leader sneered, "We spotted this spot first. Do you have any proof it's yours? Is your name written on this ground?"
The men behind him laughed mockingly.
The class leader was a gentle-looking guy, but he couldn't let his classmates be without a place to stay. Despite his fear, he bravely stepped forward to reason with them.
"Don't you understand the concept of first come, first served?"
The leader, a leather-jacketed brute, felt offended and instantly
