Chapter 40
Several teens gathered in what looked liked like a small stadium. After counting, there were about sixty-five of them in all. Each one of them was wearing the same brown outfit, with matching numbers on the side, and a pair of black boots. None of the guys there were talking as they, only eyeing each other, throwing sharp glances at whomever glanced their way, like animas ready to fight. Max couldn’t understand why they got called there so early in the morning, but he remained cautious, since his three companions were pre-occupied with smelling their clothing. “What’s with these matching clothes?” Eric grumbled, pulling the tight fitting shirt he wore, he’s face had been twisting for the past few hours, unable to accept what he had on, disgusted not just by the colors, but also by the
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