sjsprWriting

So there exists this group of really close friends in Condado, Puerto Rico, and they even have red matching shirts with a crown logo on them. They are all boys, and their shirts are different from those of everyone else who surrounds them. The group has a tradition that they perform twice a day, almost every single day of the week. They arrive to school one by one early in the morning, and take the first two classes of the day. After that, they sit together for the what appears to be some sort of short meeting they have for fun. After separating and taking three more classes, the main event arrives. It is time for another one of these meetings, except this one is the longest of the day. Both of their daily meetings are similar, yet hard to understand the purpose of them. The boys start off by ordering food. In the first ten minutes, they all eat and talk. After that, most of them have only eaten half of what they ordered, and they do not plan on eating the rest. At this point, food starts getting crushed, mixed, and liquified. All of the accompanying drinks are poured into the plates little by little, and things get a little bit nasty. Throughout all this process, the boys cannot stop laughing, and some of them are even crying… because of the laughter. Then there is this one boy that is always peer pressured into eating the food mixtures, and he somehow does it. Some days, they all start banging on the table and the food starts flying, as if they were performing some weird religious chant. The curious aspect of this tradition is that they seem the only ones that actually enjoy it. While it takes place, everyone around them stares at them wondering what is wrong with them. Teachers scream at them, and janitors do not look forward to cleaning up. Bell rings, time to go to class again. The group of boys have finished their activity, tradition, meeting, or whatever it is. They had a ton of fun, laughed more than ever, yet left a huge mess in the same table as they do every day.