I got ready for school, putting on my DeRozan sweater, technically it's not really his, but mom gave me a customized sweater with DeRozan's number and name.
I paired it with a tank top underneath and a pair of white skinny jeans since the sweater I'm wearing is black, putted on my converse, and of course my cap, before running down the stairs to the dining room.
''Morning,'' I said, seating down on my usual seat.
Ace sat down beside me, and while eating, we discussed about the games that happened yesterday.
''The spurs are going down,'' Andrew said.
''No they won't,'' I said.
''Uh, haven't you checked their games lately, they are-''
''Finish that sentence and I'll kill you,'' I said, pointing my butter knife at Archie.
He just rolls his eyes as I stood up and left the house along w
