The buzz of excitement was electric as our group gathered near the arena. I sipped on my juice can, the cool liquid a refreshing contrast to the bright sun overhead.
"Alright, team," I began, tossing the empty can into a nearby trash bin. "What do we hit up first?"
"Tug of war!" Claire suggested, her eyes lighting up. She practically bounced on her toes, already pumped for the competition.
Maya folded her arms, her expression unreadable as usual. "It's a decent start. Not too much brainpower required."
Natasha adjusted her glasses, smiling lightly. "I'm game. Zayn, what about you?"
Zayn, ever the shy one, nodded quickly but didn't say much.
"Settled then," I said, clapping my hands. "Let's show them how it's done."
We strolled to the arena, where the tug-of-war matches were in full swing. The rope looked massive, coiled like a sleeping serpent, and the opposing team waiting for us looked tough.
