I suddenly felt like reaccounting what I half-mentioned one or two posts ago, since I'm really bored and I don't want this memory to go to waste.
So, one stormy night during the retreat a one year younger friend I've known for a long time and I were in our dorm. I had just come out of the shower and she had come in the room after going off and doing something with the other girls that I had missed out on. When she saw me, she said she was STILL bored so she tried to drag me out of the girls' floor and outside where it was raining, but my hair was still wet so I said I'd get there later but she said she'd wait for me, so after about 10 minutes of blow drying my thick, way too healthy hair, I dragged myself down the stairs into the night.
I knew I had an umbrella in my room, but Rachel was too impatient so she dragged me all the way down the hill outside, in the rain, next to the trees. Now I know: lightning + trees = bad, but we wanted to get to the Big House before curfew. My friend speeded through the door first, and when I got to the lobby the first thing I saw was a foot. And it was in my face.
After I picked myself up, a slightly buff normal heighted guy said sorry and continued his taekwondo spar. His opponent was none other than our youth pastor, who used to be a martial arts teacher. I walked over to my friend and sat next to her and looked around. Two guys, four girls, and one youth pastor in total. Apparently the two sparring were showing off, because the rest of us were watching them and letting out occasional "oh my gosh"s and "whoa"s.
So for a count of all people, here's how I'll call them. They're all asian, by the way.
Guy #1 is a moderately tall and thin rising 9th grader who wears glasses and has a record of moving through girls fairly quickly. He is a moderate guy, very funny, quiet on stage, and pretends to be mean at times. Gentle when he wants to be, moderately athletic.
Guy #2 is a rising seventh grader, although his looks and speech quirks tell otherwise. He knows all the middle school guy talk and has already had a voice change. He is as tall as Guy #1, and slightly more muscular (possibly because of his status as a black belt in taekwondo). Big eyes and looks ages younger when smiling. He could go really well with the ladies if he tried, especially older girls. You know that type.
Girl #1 is big faced and has small eyes, nose, and mouth. Rising 8th grader. Resembles pig and is a wannabe everything. Her mosquito voice and the need to say everything that she thinks of is why some people avoid her. She also sometimes likes getting attention through others care.
Girl #2 is my bespectacled friend, a rising 8th grader. There is almost nothing unlikeable about her, except that she can be a little too bossy at times. A normal, outgoing kid who smiles at all the right things and is a terrific jazz and pop singer. Cute at times and knows who to trust and is an outdoorsy person, always on the go.
Girl #3 is a very patient rising 9th grader. who can stand even Girl #1. She gets along with guys and girls alike and is very cute. She knows how to gossip but never does, and teases guys all the time. Loves what any normal girl loves: shopping, younger guys, highlighted hair, joking with guys. Knows all the right things to say and easy to get along with. Takes kumdo (which might be the source of her patience).
Girl #4 is me.
After our pastor finished sparring with Guy #2, the kid suggested that they have a rematch with a sprint race, roughly 30~40 meters from the end of the hall to the door. Girl #3 acted as the finish line and stretched her arms out to make a T, and the results kept saying it's a tie. Guy #1 wanted to race Guy #2 and Guy #2 won by half a second, but Guy #1 insisted that the double glass door being closed made him slow down, so we opened the doors so it was fair. However, in the rematch Guy #1 promptly crashed into the wall next to the doors. All of us started laughing and I went to help him up, and as he got up, he was laughing and red in the face.
We decided to go into the auditorium since it was a bit chilly and we didn't want to crash into any more walls.
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