My transition period ended and I was due for my next class: PE. This was a class I was pretty good at. I was an MVP for my Junior High's soccer team and I was pretty adamant about keeping in shape for High School, even though I had no intention of returning to sports. I was known to be athletic, which was why the coach in my Junior High offered me a spot on the soccer team. Unfortunately for me, I took that offer without thinking about the consequences. Joining the soccer team threw a wrench in my daily schedule, which made my days increasingly stressful. Not only stressful, but it felt like I was missing out on a lot of things that I could be doing, like watching TV or doing my homework! Though it was stressful, I still forced myself to go to practice with the hopes that I could eventually pull through it.
During practice, I only gave my bare minimum of the necessary exercises. Despite me giving the least amount of effort, I managed to impress people enough that other schools began to fear my soccer team! For my two years of being a part of the team, we reigned undefeated. I was crowned 'MVP' for my astounding kicking strength and my 'perfectly precise' dodging skills.
This 'MVP' title seemed great and all, but it was actually the icing on the cake of my stress. I couldn't go a single day without people trying to talk to me. Not that it was bad that people wanted to speak to me, and I was flattered that they found me impressive, but what killed my enthusiasm was the fact that it seemed to me like everyone wanted to be the friend of "Slippy the Untouchable" and not "Miyuki Sekken". They wanted my skill and not my personality, so I started to distance myself from that kind of crowd once I dropped the soccer team. That strategy didn't work very well however, because even to this day I still get that kind of attention.
Unlike the boring introduction in Math, the PE coach, Coach Seijo (yes, that Seijo) threw us right into the action with a run on the outside track. While some kids moaned and groaned, I was one of the few that understood and appreciated the coach's idea.
Soon enough all of the students were lined up onto the track, ready to run the long two-fifths of a kilometer track. Most days, Coach Seijo would tell students to just run the straight portions of the track and walk the curved portions (which would equal running half of the track and walking half). On the first day of school though, he was feeling 'extra generous' and had us all run the complete track for a few laps. I was at the very back of the pack due to being late. I didn't realize until today that the PE uniform I got didn't fit me anymore, so I was luckily able to change into a new pair, though at the cost of being a few minutes behind.
Though being in the back is a lonely spot to be, I wasn't going to be 'alone' this time, because little did I know who was at the back of the pack with me. That same kid from earlier stood a few meters ahead of me. With him was a girl just a little shorter than me with the most beautiful emerald braided hair. Seijo and this girl were pretty casual in conversation, though their words were inaudible to my ear. Stumbling behind them was a girl an inch or two shorter than the other girl with a much smaller body and short chestnut colored hair. In contrast to Seijo and the braided one, she was especially quiet and brooding. Though she seemed that way, anyone could tell they were part of the friend group by the way Seijo loudly spoke to her.
"Yo shortie, you up for a race?!"
The braided one would elbow Seijo with the same playful attitude and reply "Hey! Didn't she tell you to stop calling her that? Maybe I should start calling you 'Biggie' because you're so tall"
"I-I'm okay..." the short one would add.
"What about you then, Omo? You wanna give me a run?" Seijo asked the one with the braids.
("So her name is Omo...") I would say to myself as I listened into their conversation. I couldn't help myself from eavesdropping, Seijo had a naturally boastful and confident tone that made him stick out like a sore thumb. It wasn't only Seijo that attracted me to the group though, Omo had especially caught my eye too.
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Super Sekken Story 1: The Ki to the Headmaster
AksiyonHope. Courage. Self-value. Friends. These all were traits that former junior high soccer champion and first year Miyuki Sekken had none of until she first walked into the doors of her local High School. Despite being a sports athlete phenomenon in h...
