THADUNK

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School sucks. That's just the truth. Fight me on it. 😠🤜🤜

N e gays, well happily skip over telling my friends I met spiderman, Cam copying my homework and the rest of my classes. So that leaves us at PE.

Now, Kei would have this period with us if not for the fact their leg don't work. She wrote the school saying that their prosthetic leg is not fit for exercise (bullshit) and that changing into their super athletic one is too hard to constantly do daily (again, bullshit). But the school listened and they got excused from having to do PE.

We're doing warmup situps before we run. Cam's my partner but they look kinda of zoned out.

"You know that Parker kid?" she asks, out of the blue. I read the shirts around me until I get to a Parker.

"Parker as a last name or first?" I clarify.

"Last," they answer.

"Oh, that nerd? I know him," I tell her.

"Yeah. How does he keep up with this class?" she wonders. I go to answer but before I can the PE teacher blows a whistle and tells us to stand on our feet.

We watch the Parker kid. He grabs the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up to wipe his face. He has abs?!

"Oh!" I mumble in shock. I look over and Cam looks in about as much awe and confusion as I am. "That's how," I point out.

"No shit, Sherlock," they remark.

"Okay todays a mile. Make it in under ten minutes. Good luck!" the teacher explains starting the timer. We all start off sprinting.

Cam and I are going relatively the same speed ahead of Flash and the try-hards. We just keep on going, geez. I think Parker's right behind us. Well he was, he and Flash are now ahead of us. Parker trips right in front of Flash toppling him over. Cam and I stop to make sure he's okay. The PE coach also walks over.

"Take 'em to the nurse," they sigh.

"But, what about the run?" Cam asks.

"Well, Ms." they pause to read the name on her shirt. "Grey. You and the other girl here get and automatic A."

"Thanks," I thank him.

He shooes us off.

"I call Parker," I say going to help him. We stare and the two boys on the ground. One of them is groaning.

"Thanks," the not groaning one thanks me. I help Parker up and start the walk to the nurse.

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