Since you got out of math class early, you decide to walk over to the locker room since you need to change into your shorts and running shoes for your P.E. class. You change and store your bag in the locker before walking out to the track. The Coach is already out there as the other students make their way over there, one-by-one. After about ten minutes, everybody else shows up, including... Emily.
"Hey there, Einstein!" she says as she walks up to you.
"Oh... Hi!" you smile as she's also dressed in shorts and t-shirt. You notice how cute she looks with her pony tail. Darn... you feel like... you're beginning to like her.
"Well, that was quite impressive of you..." she says.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" you ask.
"You were the first guy to leave math class... And the only one to ace the quiz!" she said with a grin on her face.
"How... How do you know that I aced it?" I wondered out loud.
"I saw your paper on his desk, when I turned in my quiz... I asked him if that was your quiz and he said that you were the only person who had aced it so far..." she said with a smile.
"Oh... gosh... I dunno... I had a surge of intelligence, I guess..." you say as you scratched your head.
"Well... I guess the girls are gonna be playing soccer... The guys are gonna run on the track..." she says.
"Yeah... Running is not my forte..." you sigh.
"You'll do fine, Adam! Give it all you got! You'll leave all the other boys behind in the dust! Have a good class!" Emily says as she walks towards the soccer field.
No sooner does she leave or you walk over to the track. Then, something weird happens. As soon as you step on the track, you feel a weird tingling in your legs. Your calves begin to swell. They inflate and become bigger and bigger. You look down and you realize that your monster calves are rock-hard and sticking out from your legs like melons! What the heck?
Coach Jones then blows his whistle.
"Alright you guys! I wanna see which one of you sissies can RUN! Everybody line up! When I blow my whistle, run one lap around the track... See who comes in first! On your mark... Get set..."
PWEEEEEEETT!!!!
All the boy's in your class begin to run. You start off slow but you pick up speed quickly. Do your inflated calves have something to do with this? You run faster and faster, passing every boy in your class! Pretty soon, you're leading the pack! You shoot out way in front of the line and you blast past the guy who was in the lead. There's no slowing down at all as you blow down the track and soar to the finish line, way ahead of everybody else! In fact, you have trouble slowling down after you cross the finish line! You're almost twice as fast as everyone else in your class!
"Alright! Adam! You're the fastest kid in the class!" Coach Jones says to you.
The other boys walk up to you. They're all out of breath. You almost feel like you can run another lap.
"Dang, Adam! Slow down next time, okay? You're making us look bad!" they grumble.
You just shrug. You didn't realize you ran THAT fast!
As you look over, you spot Emily looking at you from the bleachers. She was still wearing her soccer uniform.
"Yayy! Adam won!" she cheered.
You begin to wonder if she had anything to do with all this...
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