Fifth of June, 20XX
Ok so the group I'm in consists of...
The playboy (a.k.a Riley Hopkins. Tall, blond hair, typical)
The bully (a.k.a Marty Thomas. Tall, looks chubby but that's all muscle)
The brains (a.k.a Gregory Fox. About my height, nerdy glasses, carries a bunch of gadgets)
The guy that sits in the corner thinking about his life (a.k.a Karl Jones. Tall, black hair)
The nice guy that you think you can depend on but is probably a traitor (a.k.a Dick Thompkins. About my height, blond hair)
And then the actual nice guy that everyone says is really bad (a.k.a Harry Falcon. A little taller than me but not much, similar color of hair.)
That's all that really happened today.
