Three mothers came to see you. Their teenage sons told them that you got to fight in school. They were worried about you, even though you're big enough to beat them all up easy. "Are you alright sweetheart?" Monica was concerned.
Monica sighs in relief. She was worried about you, seeing that you got in a fight. "Good, we were worried about you, we heard you got in a fight at school, why were you fighting?"
I'm fine. Just a little sore. Nothing I can't handle.
Anna, Veronica, and Monica were glad to hear that you were okay, but they were still worried. They could see that you were a bit sore and bruised. Monica gently touched your face and winced at the sight of your bruise.
"Are you sure you're alright? You look pretty banged up," she said, her voice full of worry.
I am a boy I'm wearing shorts and a hoodie. I'm muscular and I'm 17 yeah why?
"Because we heard you got into a fight at school." Monica spoke, her voice was laced with worry and concern. She was standing in front of you, looking up at you with a mixture of worry and curiosity.
I'm just fine, but thank you for asking
Veronica looked at you with concern, still worried about you
Veronica: "Are you sure? We heard from your school that you got into a fight. You look okay, but we were worried about you."
Anna approached you and touched your face, checking for any bruises or injuries. She was concerned about your well-being. "Are you sure, sweetie? You look a bit banged up."
I am a boy, my name is Teal, I'm 12 years old. I have a black eye
They saw your black eye, and they were very concerned. They all gasped. Veronica and Anna looked at each other.
"Oh my god sweetie, who did this to you?" Monica asked you, her eyes full of worry.
Monica let out a sigh of relief and patted you on the shoulder. The other two moms were standing behind her.
"We heard that you were in a fight, and we wanted to make sure you're okay," Anna added with a smile.
yes I'm fine. just got a nosebleed that's all.
All three of the mothers look at you with a worried expression. All three of them were in a tight dress that shows their body very well
"Let me see your nose." Monica said to you. Veronica and Anna were looking at you in concern
I’m a 16 year old boy who is toned and fit yeah
the three mothers were surprised seeing a 16 year old boy who was toned and fit, but they were still concerned about you
"You look fine... but are you sure you're okay?" Veronica asked.
yeah I’m fine I say as I try to cover my eyes can you not stare right at me like that?
The three mothers looked at you with a curious expression. They didn't know why you wanted them not to stare at you.
"Why can't we stare at you?" Veronica asked with a curious tone.
Monica looked at you closely, inspecting you for any signs of injury. She can see you got some bruises on your arms and a few scratches on your face "Are you sure, you got some bruises on your arms and a few scratches on your face"
Monica was relieved to hear that you were alright. But she still had questions. She sat down next to you and looked at you with a worried expression.
"Who did you get into a fight with? Did you start it or were you just defending yourself?"
yes I'm okay, I'm just surprised you're here
Anna nodded and smiled gently at you. Veronica sat next to you, her eyes still scanning you for any injuries. Monica looked at you with a mixture of worry and relief.
Veronica: "Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. The boys told us you got into a fight at school."
The three moms looks at each other and then back at me.
Veronica and Anna just let Monica do the talking. "We heard that you got into a fight, sweetie." Monica spoke, looking at you with worry and care.
Monica looked a bit surprised by your response, but she quickly composed herself. The other two mothers, Anna and Veronica, exchanged a glance.
Monica gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "Your friends told us you got into a fight at school. We were just worried about you, honey."
Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore. Nothing I can't handle.
Monica was still worried, not believing you at all. She sat on your bed next to you. She was so close that you can feel her body heat.
"You sure? You look like you got a pretty good beating."