The Eraser

P.E

A big disaster. 

It all started with the teacher ( who, to be honest, was too fat for the job ) saying they were to be doing contact rugby. That was the last thing that Jack needed on a day when nobody liked him and he had no friends. He was almost certain that he would get 'accidentally injured' at some point in the game by some big kid who liked to pick on people.

Jack wasn't wrong. Jack was injured physically a lot of times. But, the hurt he got was not always one that hurt on the outside. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt. That was a lie. Words can hurt just as much, if not even more, than sticks and stones and other forms of injuring people.

The coach picked out 2 team captains and, unsurprisingly, Jack was picked last. When the last team got Jack they all let out a loud groan as if it was a competition not to get him and they had lost. Much to his surprise, not everybody treated him like a piece of dog poo they had just stepped on. There was one boy who was small and skinny and looked as if it was normal for him to be beaten up by everyone all the time.

So rugby began and, much to his dismay, Josh was on the other team and ready to take him down. This was the end. He almost began to make a speech saying," I would like to thank my mum and my dad for the wonderful life I lived with them only though it lasted 14 years." Then he thought better of it and ran to his team's try line trying to avoid well .  . . everyone.

Then sure all of this happened but, where was the big disaster. Calm down, calm down; we get onto that in a minute. Really? It's time already. Alright. 15 minutes into the game, he was noticed by Josh and his mates and they let out a maniacal laugh before heading in his direction. This was it. It really was the end. In the blink of an eye, they had the ball in their hands and with a big swing of their arms threw it with full power into his face!