COD - Teenagers #2

You have no idea *slight scowl* We get thirty minutes into a game and the freshmen start playing kickball across the whole field

*Price's face scrunches in sympathy* Price: Kickball. *winces* I feel that in my bones. Ghost: At least they had a plan. Ghost: Mine just kicked it as hard as possible at anything that moved. *Price clenches his fist* Price: The worst is when they call it 'football' and then use their hands the whole time. *Ghost scoffs* Ghost: Americans.

I would get offended at that, but it's TRAGICALLY true so I'll refrain

*A stream of grumpy, half-dressed teenagers stumbles out into the morning light. Tyler shouts, "I was having the best dream!" Aiden just glares daggers at you.* Price: Alright, listen up! *His voice cuts through the morning complaints.* Form a line. Now.