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The Kingsley family is the most powerful family in Russia. They have all the power they could ever gain, all the wealth they could ever desire, and everything they could ever want. Well... ex...
It's almost the end of the day. I'm walking to my last period, P.E., which I have with the boys. I walk into the girls locker room after getting my gym bag from my locker and go to the back. I start stripping my clothes and putting on my gym clothes.
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I'm not worried about people seeing my scars because the one on my stomach only goes from my shoulder, in the middle of my chest, and above my belly button so my gym clothes cover it up. As for the ones on my back, the long one isn't showing too much so I'm not too worried about it and only a few of the others are showing.
I fold my clothes, put them in my gym bag, and leave the locker room which is filled with girls by now. When I walk into the gym, I see most of the boys and a few girls already out there, including the brothers. Some of the boys look at me and start to wolf whistle while I just ignore them and lean on the wall waiting for the class to begin. A few minutes after everyone comes out, a man walks into the gym.
"Alright class. For those who don't know me, my name is Mr. Hertz. We are going to start off with stretching." He says and everyone splits up to do the stretches. When we finish, I get off the floor and lean back on the wall.
"Today, we're going to be playing volleyball. We will have 6 people on each team. For the team captains, Ivan and Greg. Pick your teammates, Ivan first.
"Cory." Ivan says while smirking, knowing how good I am and how much I love volleyball. I used to play with them all the time when I was younger, I was really good at it too. I push myself off the wall and walk over to him and they continue picking people until they each have 6, which is mostly boys. We all get into different spots and Greg serves the ball. One of my teammates called "mine" and passed the ball to someone. The guy she passed it to did the same and the ball came to me. I yelled out mine and jumped to spike the ball. I watched as it landed on the other team's side.
Both teams, except the brothers, look surprised at how hard I hit. The game continues for a few more minutes and the captains and teams switch. I go to sit down and one of the people who were on my team comes to sit next to me.
"Dude, your volleyball skills, amazing."
"Thanks." I reply with a small laugh.
"I'm Olive."
"Celeste but call me Cory." I say and we shake hands. We talk for a while before Olive brings something up.
"Oh, um... by the way, I would prefer if you referred to me as they or them, ya know, if you don't mind that is." They say. I laugh a little at their timidity.
"Got it."
We talk for the rest of gym class and exchange numbers. I walk to the girls locker room with Olive since they prefer the girls locker room as opposed to the boys. I change into my clothes since I'm not sweaty and put my gym clothes in my bag. I walk to my locker to put my gym bag away and put my French and history homework in my backpack. I already finished math and English during my free period and we don't have homework for art or music.
