Hamlyn stood outside his house with his sports bag slung over his shoulder, Hamond's car pulled up and halted in front of him.
"Get in!" Hamond called out through the window, Hamlyn swiftly complied, entering the car.
"Why are you guys late?" Hamlyn inquired.
"Sorry, it's on me. I got tied up with something.” Fredy apologized.
"Today, we're going all out in practice.” Henry chimed in enthusiastically, adding “Remember, our school team has a Football Tournament to play, just after 2 months."
Hamlyn's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Are you serious?” he exclaimed, seeming stunned, adding “The tournament is in two months, and exams are in just one month, and you all are focusing on football practice?”
Everyone directed their gaze at Hamlyn, their faces marked by a collective look of disappointment and confusion.
"Not we, it's us” Hamond responded, “You're part of this practice session too." he said playfully.