FATE and FURY

Gym class

When I walk into the gym I see other students playing around or sitting at the bleachers, making my way through the sea of teenagers I find a seat at the very top of the bleachers, taking out my phone and sitting down, "Okay, class listen up!" the coach says blowing his whistle, "We have a new student, where are you, new kid?" the coach asks, upon hearing new kid I get up off the bleachers, "I'm right here" I say, "Come down here and introduce yourself to the class" the coach says.

Making her way down the bleachers, she stands by her gym teacher, facing the class, " Hi my name is Astrea Fayre, but I go by Strea I just moved here from Florida three weeks ago" I say smiling, "Any questions for miss Strea?" the gym teacher asks, as soon as he says that a student raises his hand, "Yes" I say, "Is it true you almost fought Mercedes Lopez?" the kid ask, soon other students start to pitch in asking more questions, making it confusing for Strea to answer. The teacher blows his whistle to calm the students down, "If you guys don't have meaningful questions to ask, gym class is going to start now" the teacher says, sighing after.

As students flood to different bathrooms, the teacher turns to Strea, "My name is Mr. Stilinski, but you can call me coach Stilinski" he says, "Okay, uhm coach I don't have any gym clothes for today" Strea says to him, "that's fine, you can sit on the bleachers for today but please don't forget your gym clothes next time" he says walking away.

I got to sit back at the top of the bleachers where my stuff are, taking my phone out, "Hi" a shy voice says, I look up to see this, skinny boy with long curly hair, "hello" I say questionably, "My names Blaine, Blaine Hummel" he says holding out his hand, looking at his hand and back at him, "What do you want Blaine?" I ask, "Can I.. can I sit with you?" he asks shyly, "Sure" I say looking back at my phone. "So why aren't you doing gym?" Blaine asks, looking up from my phone, "I didn't bring clothes, you?" she asks back, "I'm exempt from the gym class for the semester" he says, "Why?" I ask, "The boys pick on me in the locker room, and steal my clothes so I'm not doing gym to avoid them," he says with his head down, "Oh okay," Strea says.