"They're good." She said those words like she was bearing a heavy burden and was very concerned about the fact that this certain group was good and was something that they should really be thinking of right now.
“How good? I’m sure they aren’t that good on our level, can they? We’re… professionals,” Terence said, stuffing his mouth with a slice of bread and a mouthful of chocolate jam. Like what he was doing, everybody else was also eating their breakfast after once again another round of early jogging and making their bodies in condition.
It was their third day in their supposed vacation-turned-to-nerve-racking-match that they had to prepare themselves for. The second day that she had been training them to play ice hockey instead of field hockey, and two days before they could think o
