Kindergarten 3

p.e.

Daniel p.o.v.

Something isn't right. I know my sister has secrets, but I always thought it's boy crush thing. Now I see why she would keep that as a secret. Today is a little different, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The bell ringed,and it was time for p.e. I went to the gym, and into the boys bathroom. As soon as I got out I see other kids in their gym clothes like me.

Every boy hates this old hag. Even my sister's friend and friend's cousin. Her friend's cousin doesn't even goes to this school, well now he does. This old hag used to be in the navy. He doesn't even go easy on kindergarten kids. Personal experience.

Today was very different. Another new fact about me: I'm the smartest kid than the 5 graders. The gym teacher is nearly old and soon to be blind. That means his eyes are bright grey. Today his eyes are Brown. Not normal.

"Ok kids go outside now!" His voice was a lot more scratchy and a little demonic. We all went outside, and of course, it's a normal training boot camp thing.

Monkey bars, check. Tires to step inside, check. Tires to move, check. Really heavy mud to cross, check. Really impossible rope to climbing, check. A big tower parkour, check.

"Well, go on! Get in line," he started, "this is a race! There is no 2nd or 3rd places. You got it?" One kid raised his hand.

"What is it?" He asked the kid in annoyance.

"Will we get a prize?" The kid asked.

"Pffft! A prize! Prizes are useless! Will you get a prize if you fight in a war? No! Prizes are for weeklings, and I mean by for girls stuff! Tsk, I still don't see why girls get to do stuff right now!" He exclaimed. Most kids really don't get on his good side, actually very view get on his good side. I watch a lot of horror movies, and they are mainly mature movies. I know I might be overreacting, but it is possible that a man can fake their death, and trap them in, and make them do killer games if you want to leave. That idea was from jigsaw. My point is I don't have a problem with it.

"On 3, 1, 2, 3!" He yelled. I was in the lead. I jumped to the 4th bar, and skipped 3. Then Kid jumped ahead of me. I know he's just in kindergarten, but he knows how suck it up. One time he told me 'it isn't that bad if you did the course, you never know if your in dangerous situations' when I was complaining about him. I know he's athletic, but that is pass what I thought. He was finished, and turned around. He looked at me silently saying 'ouch' with his eyes. I look at my hands to see that they are sunburnt, so I assume that I was sunburnt head to toe.

All the kids were screaming for some reason. I jumped, and we both turned around, and only to find that I've been shot.

I somehow heard a familiar timer go off. I open my eyes to see that I was in my room.

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