Chapter #5Physical Education time. by: M.E   "It's gym for me."
"UHH..." Ms. Tamal sounded surprised.
"What's wrong?"
"WELL... WOULDN'T YOU PERFER FOR A SCHEDULE CHANGE?"
"Why would I change? it's just gym."
"ARE YOU KIDDING?! YOU WOULD GET SQUISHED TO A PULP AT ONE OF THEIR ACTIVITIES, ESPECIALLY AT YOUR SIZE!"
"Though it may sound difficult, I still have to try."
"I WARNED YOU. HOP ON." She opened her palm for me, ready to teleport me to the gym. She began to walk down the hall. "JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, WERE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR INJURIES."
"It's alright. I think I'll end up ok."
I was standing before the dome, known as the gymnasium. "Well, wish me luck. Put me down."
"IT'S YOUR DEATH." She places me on the gravel of the sidewalk, seeing the door slightly open. I was now heading towards the door, hoping everything will turn out great, and not Ms. Tamal's prediction. When inside, the room was slightly dim, with some of the lights busted.
"Hello? I'm-I'm Mikey." Silence. "Um, this is my second period.." Still no sound. "Ms. Gerhard?" Suddenly, a whistle blew out of nowhere.
"OK, GIRLS! SHOW OUR 'GUEST OF HONOR' HOW WE SAY HELLO TO NEWCOMERS!" Then light shined brighter, and I see many students on the bleacher, standing with a black ball in each hand. "GET READY.. GET SET.. DODGE!"
Then all of a sudden, an avalanche of balls were heading toward my existence. The best all I can do was dodge, as the lady instructed. One dodge was easy, but the next was too brutal. After that, I've lost my balance, and was being trampled by every ball they tossed at me. Bruises were surrounding my whole body. The whistle was blown again. "OK, LADIES! ENOUGH!" Then everything stopped. I was lying flat on the floor, in pain. Then the instructor approached me.
"Hi, my name's Mi-"
"PATHETIC!" She blew her whistle close by, almost shattering my eardrums. "IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE HERE, YOU BETTER FOLLOW EVERY ORDER I TELL YOU PERFECTLY. IF YOU DON'T.." She raised her Jordan's high above me, and then slammed it down with full force.
"Ahhhh! Please get off me!"
"IF YOU CAN GIVE ME TWENTY PUSH-UPS!" I tried to do at least one, but her weight outmatched me. "PATHETIC!" She kicked me into the shadows. "YOU STILL NEED SOME TRAINING. THE YEAR'S GOING TO BE HORRIBLE FOR YOU, BUT WILL GIVE YOU GREAT STRENGTH. MY NAME'S MS. GERHARD." She walked away from my presence. "I'LL GIVE THE GIRLS TIME TO INTRODUCE THEMSELVES." Ms. Gerhard also disappeared into the shadows. I've tried to catch up to her, but then a bunch of teenage girls crowded me.
Three questions were mostly repeated again and again.
"ARE YOU A HUMAN BUG?"
"YOUR STILL ALIVE?"
"ARE YOU SINGLE?" I was becoming irritated.
"Will you all shut up?!"
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO?!" Then all the girls stepped aside, allowing a path for another girl to walk up. "YOUR NOT THE BOSS OF US!" I saw this girl wearing nothing but socked feet, letting out a powerful stench.
"There ain't going to be anyone to boss around with the stench of your foot knocking out people." The audience oohed in shock.
"SO YOU DON'T LIKE A LITTLE FOOT STENCH?" She developed a sinister grin on her lips. She raised her foot, and slammed it down on my body.
"Ugh! get off me! They reek!"
"OH, YOU THINK THEY REEK NOW, BUT WAIT TILL I DO THIS.." She then squeezed her toes, having them printed on my face. Nothing invaded my mouth, except the taste of socked foot lint, and some flavoring of foot sweat. Then a bell rung, which meant it was time for next class. "SEE YOU TOMORROW, BUG!" She tossed me back into the shadows. I watched as the girls leaving the dome, watching them turning and giggling at me. I was getting ready to grab my materials and get to my next class, until my pencil rolled into a lit room, and I followed it.
I found the pencil had lead me into a mini office, and Ms. Gerhard was sitting on a metal chair. I see the pencil near her feet, that were now released from her sneakers. "I can do this!" I held in my breathe, and stormed in. I successfully grabbed my pencil, but was captured by the grasp of Ms. Gerhard putrid feet. "Not again!"
"NICE TRY, KID. YOU STILL GOT SOME WORK TO DO." I find Ms. Gerhard staring at me, then placing me on her desk. "I SEE YOU HAVE A GREAT WEAKNESS, THE SMELL OF FEET."
"So what if I do? I can still do stuff."
"OH REALLY?" Ms. Gerhard looked around. "THEN YOU WOULDN'T MIND TO GET ME THAT PAPER CLIP."
"Of course I won't." I was heading for the paper clip, until I see Ms. Gerhard's feet trapping it beneath her socked toes.
"COME ON, MIKEY. I'M WAITING." I held in my breath once again, and charged in. I quickly dug under her toes, searching until I found the paper clip. I grabbed it, but then I was panicking for air. I took a small breathing, but it was enough. I had no choice but gasp, and was instantly knocked out. It wasn't long until Ms. Gerhard figured out I've failed. "SEE? THIS WEAKNESS NEEDS TO BE CONQUERED. BUT I CAN BE ABLE TO HELP."
"How?"
"WELL THESE TWO ACTIVITIES WILL HELP YOU, BUT YOU CAN ONLY PICK ONE."
"Well what are they?"
"ONE IS KICKBALL, WHILE THE OTHER IS THE ART OF WRESTLING." I thought about each one carefully.
"I think I'll chose..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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