It was a perfect day, the sun was out and the beautiful pigeons were squealing at the top of their disgusting lungs. The wind condition was perfect and the gorgeous boys in their zooties, carrying their boats arrived at the scene. The schools were lined up and grouped into their little sections in case the boys got too rowdy and decided to bash eachother up. Teachers of course, outwardly discouraged such "bad sportsmanship" and "school rivalry", but inwardly cheered their respective schools on.
The blue clad boys, no, not the ones from the fascinating story about so called "beach boys, when in face there were no beach boys", but the Iggies crew were laughing and acting rowdily. Looking past the mob of handsome barbarians dressed in tight clothing, no one would second guess the true rivalry, as their sneaky looks and rancour gestures told all. Alas, there was a real feud, a real rupture in the already tense relationship between the prestigious schools.
There's a nice little school that goes by the acronym Sebus (sydney guys) who dressed in blue zooties and one would not second guess these fit fellows. One would often confuse them with their hot, amazing, totally babeful sister school, Segus (sydney gurlz), but then they would realise that SBHS were actually boys. (they were hereby known to by segus as Sydney Guiz School).
Often one would catch them throwing dirties to other schools such as Newington which would reciprocate the insult with more fervour than Sebus could ever hope to muster. But no! As much as those schools hated eachother, there was no deeper a hate than the one that SBHS posessed for SGS. The Grammar School stood for everything that sebus could not tolerate.
The hatred ran so deep, that the beautiful and compassionate girls of Segus could often hear the rambunctious boys squealing in their sometimes prepubescent voices "GO HOME GRAMMAR!". It made a majority of the girls go "LOL", but they understood, for their rivalry with the North school was probably more poisonous than that of Sebus/grmmr.
The Grammar School was everything that Sebus was not. It was rich, beautiful and had bountiful boys with good athletic ability. Of course as a AAGPS school, Sebus was definitely a competitor and had a strong chance of winning the upcoming rowing regatta, which happened to be on a Sunday.
They trained endlessly, with the vision of them, pushing through and hoisting the golden trophy glimmering in front of them, a glorified hopeful future. They trained for hours after school and before school with the image of being massive floating in their crazed minds.
The Year 7's first crew's stroke Mekkuth Borsth was a handsome blonde boy with a great ambition to win his first regatta and he pushed the rest of the team through. The day of judgement finally came, and it did not look good for Grammar as their stroke had twisted his neck strangely whilst tossing and turning in anticipation for the commencement of the races.
While the grammar team were trying to bend his head back into position, the Year 8 crew decided to get their heads in the game. It was an intense moment and a dodgy half-hearted pep talk later, they were carrying their boats to the river. (Do people row in rivers?)
Once they were at the river, shore, another school, decided to poke someone from Sebus's butt and in return SebuS bashed the team to pieces. Which was bad. Because ultimately, they got disqualified and the Segus supporters were disappointed but not surprised at their male counterparts. Grammar meanwhile had decided to pull out as while most of the rowers were trying to fix the boy's head, they had somehow ended up tripping over watermelons while carrying oars and got injured. It was a tough year for both Sebus and Grammar as they both wished to prove themselves more superior than the other.
The Year 8 crews trudged back to their respective schools, only thinking of how sweet the revenge at the annual regatta next year would be.
Based on the votes and evidence, it was then concluded that grmmar and sebus were both great schools and that neither was better than the other at rowing. However the highlight of the day was when the bootiful mekkuth borth rocked up in a zootie and won the race.
Everybody gave him their praise and even grammar had to admit, the year 7 crew were a force to be reckoned with.
Grammar ended up with the Year 9 rowing race and it was hugs all round.
WE LOVE YOU GRAMMAR AND SEBUS ILYSM
