The boys sat, languid in the shade of the oak tree. These were the popular boys, the sort who'd normally be running about and causing trouble but today they were lazily attempting to label a diagram of the human body. They called Hudgens, one of the academic 'geeks':
'Hudgens! You know where the spleen is?' Hudgens and his band of merry geeks ran over, pleased to be able to sit with the popular boys.
Then leaning against the benches were the artistic group, who were engrossed in sketching the school garden, a messy affair complete with unkempt foliage and muddy pond.
And, sitting in the school gym watching everyone else bask in the hazy lethargic sun, was myself, waiting for the coach to turn up so I could do press-ups.
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