“Hey Bukowski, guess what?” Durkins said. “What do you want, Durkins.” I asked. “You know how I went to talk to Mendoza after the pep rally?” “Yeah, so?” I questioned. “Wanna know what Mendoza said to me?” Durkins stalled. “Just get to the point, Durkins” I yelled. I was getting agitated. “Fine! So Mendoza said we ain’t gonna win against Franklin.” He exclaimed. “He said what?!?” “Yeah, I know, right!”
When Lincoln walked by me, I decided to confront him. I straightened up and remarked, “Durkins says you said that we’re goin’ to lose. Why did you say that?”
While taking off his sweats