If Today was Your Last Day

Chapter 4

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        The change rooms start to fill up with girls ready to get dressed for our gym class. I decide that now would be a good time to get up off the floor so that no girls trample over me. My friend Misty walks into the change room, I'm on the opposite side of the change room but misty still easily glides in between the changing girls and makes her way towards me. 

         

        "Hey Scar!" Misty smlies

         

        "Hey Mist!" I smile at her with a real smile on my face. I am fine now I just needed a few minutes to think and be alone. I think to myself.  

         

        "You ready to get your running on," Misty wiggles her eyebrows up and down and slips her pants of and pulls her shorts on. At the same time I take off my sweater and pull my redhawks basketball shirt over my head. 

         "You loser," I roll my eyes at her. 

        

        "She hits me with her shirt with great force," she hits the spot where my dad hit me last. 

         

        "Ow!" I yelp in pain

        "Oh my gosh Scar," She starts to walk towards me keeping her eyes on my arm without her seeing I draw up my leg and bring my foot down as hard as I can onto her foot. 

        "Ahh!" misty squeals

        "There now we are even," I grin at her with a gleam of love/hate in my eyes.

        "Don't look at me like that," She sneers pulling her shirt over her head and starting to tie up her shoes. 

        "I wouldn't look at your ugly face for more than 2 seconds even if god himself begged me to," 

        "Ouch that almost hurt as much as the burning that I get from looking at you," she shoots back as I pull up my shorts and slip on my running shoes. 

        "You know I'm hot!" I yell at her while walking away to wards the doors that lead to the gym.

        "Oh totally," Misty says just a few feet behind me. 

        Her and I walk into the gym to be greeted by not only our fellow girl classmates but  the boys as well. I instantly spot Clayton he towers over almost every one being 6'2 and all. It's normal for him to be tall though, he is 17. 

        "So guys and girls, today we will be having a joint gym class. Now I know that normally our classes are seperated into female and male classes but Mr. Anderson isn't here today and no supply could come in, so lucky me I get both of you!" I couldn't tell whether Mrs Manster was saying that with sarcasm or not.