My First Response
When my classmates saw the same thing I saw (guys playing around the hall) they started talking about each member in that group. They describe all seven guys to the “T”. All of them are from the second year in our school (11th grade), but, two of the boys are from group B11, three are from group C11, and the rest two are from group Z11. They said that the guys from B11 are named Derick Daniels and Luk Denty they are 7’6 feet tall the tallest of the seven, with green eyes black hair both of them and they weight around 140 pounds. The ones from C11 are Zackary Lester, Billy Johnson, and Antonio Celles. These three are 7’2 feet tall, Zackary and Antonio have light brown eyes and Billy’s are dark brown all of them are blond and weight around 150 to 160 pounds. The ones from Z11 are named Joe Berrios and Petter Turner. Joe has blue eyes and black hair, Petter has hazel eyes and light brown hair, they weight 140 pounds and their height are 7’4 feet tall. All of these guys are well built with tone muscles and big chests; they belong to the basketball team from the school. (Go figure with their height). They are the best of the best in the team according to my classmates. They have won almost all the games last year, but in the last game, the main player got hurt at the very last minute of the game losing by 1 point on the game.
“So, who is the one hurt from the group?” I asked the girls while I was looking at the guy that got my attention. When the girls heard me, they didn’t realize I was close to them. But thought nothing about it. They continue talking and interacting with me. Moments later when I didn’t answer back they thought I was lost in my thoughts. And the reason was that I was looking at the guy with blue eyes. “I think his name is Joe Berrios. He is 7’4 feet tall, black hair, toned and fit muscles, and did I say blue eyes. So dreamy” I thought within me. And soon after I was in the bubbly thoughts the answer to my question came! “the one hurt during the game was Berrios, he was running towards the hoop with the ball but slipped halfway there sliding across the court hitting the bleachers and getting hurt all over his back and right ankle. He was in the hospital for almost a month after the game with broken ribs and twisted ankle” said the girl to my right (Kelly I think).
After I heard about what happened my tears started to roll down my chicks non-stop, I think it was because I thought he was still in pain and he was disappointed in losing the game. I was about to pass my next classroom and to the bathroom when the girl on my left (Angelina I think) hold my arm and asked me why I was crying. I did not know that someone was looking at me, and didn’t know what to say. So I just said in a weepy way “it’s a sad story and my heart couldn’t handle it”. So the girls started laughing like after a joke. And then the question was forgotten (I hope). And I sighed, but then I see from the corner of my Angelina keeping her eyes on me. (Thinking that she knows something but kept quiet.) So right afterward we went inside our next class.