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“I’ll find out later,” Fransisca retorted. “Why don’t you go talk to them?”

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Xavi came up to Travis. “Hey, aren’t you on the tennis team?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He asked, sliding his phone into the pocket of his maroon sweatshirt.

She pressed her backside against the railing of the stairs, gazing intently at him before providing an answer, “I heard they was a meeting after school in room 214. I didn’t know if you saw it on the broadcast this morning.”

“Oh! Thanks for telling me Xavi.” Travis had known her name from the buzz of the news that would play on the speakers each day.

“No problem,” she followed.

The junior waved the sophomore a goodbye as she went to go tell the other boys tennis players about the sudden meeting. Oh, and how did she know this? Besides Drawing, she was in Newspaper and Broadcast. Yes, that was one of the few faces that the entire school would see each morning to deliever the announcements. It was mandatory for her to know each sports and the names of who was in each sport every year.