Outside, John, Jack, and Mark were taking a walk along Francisco's street. All three about to finish their sophomore year at the local high school, they had been former students of Mr. Mendez.
Mark, 15, had wavy blonde hair that went down to his shoulders, and ice blue eyes. Wearing a surfer shirt and shorts (no shoes), he was the free spirit of the bunch. He stood at 5'11''. Jack was 17. Standing at 6', he had brown hair and green eyes. He was wearing his trademark baseball cap. Jack was the quiet one. John, 16, was wearing jeans and a new t-shirt. He was one of the the tallest in his class, at 6'2". He had black hair and deep brown eyes. All three guys were friendly and easygoing. They were headed for the park down the street, where they'd meet some of their other buddies.
All three stopped in their tracks when they felt the ground begin to shake.
"Whoa!" cried Mark. "Dude, what was that?"
"I dunno," Jack replied, scratching his head. "Weird."
The earth began to rumble again, and this time was accompanied by a loud, booming groan....
"OHHHHH YESSSSS!" the deep voice cried. It was Francisco, enjoying his new form.
"Man, what the hell is going on?" asked Mark.
"I'm not sure... wait a minute. The sound came from over there."
John pointed to Francisco's house. "Hey, I think that's our old guidance counselor's house."
"Mr. Mendez?" Jack asked
Another booming groan shook the ground, making the guys lose their balance.
"Uhhhh, yea..." John replied. "What the hell is going on in there?"
"Maybe we should check things out," said Mark. "See if everything's ok."