A Poem By Walt Whitman

𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑉𝘐𝘐𝘐: 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔

A class with Mrs. Keating, but it wasn't typical. Today, the girls were in their sportswear, and they were going to play soccer.

-Now, devotees may argue that one sport or game is inherently better than another. -She started talking.-For me, sport is actually a chance for us to have other human beings push us to excel. I want you all to come over here and take a slip of paper and line up in a single file.

Keating left the huge bag with all the balls in it next to the stands. She took a folder and from there she took out small pieces of paper, with inspiring phrases inside.

-Mrs. Meeks. -She gave a paper to her. -Time to inherit the earth. Mrs. Pitts, rise above your name. -She also gave a paper to Pitts, and then she passed the papers to a student. -I want you to hand these out to the girls, one a piece.

All the girls lined up. Pitts was first, nervously holding the slip of paper. Keating whistled and she trembled.

-You know what to do, Pitts! -She shouted.

Pitts sadly shook her head and recited her part.

-O to struggle against great odds to meet enemies undaunted.

-Sounds to me like you're daunted. -Keating laughed. -Say it like you're undaunted.

-O to struggle against great odds to meet enemies undaunted! -Pitts shouted.

-Now, go on!

Pitts walked over to the ball that Keating set up. That was the game. The students recited the poem very loudly and then hit the ball with the greatest possible force. Fun, isn't it?

-Yes! Next.

A few classmates recited some poems, kicking the ball, just as Pitts did. Meanwhile, Keating walked over to the huge suitcase she was carrying next to her, and it was a record player. Classical music began to play. It was Meeks' turn, who looked from one side to the other without knowing what to do. She was very confused. She adjusted her glasses and began to read.

-To dance, clap hands, exult. Shout, skip, roll on, float on!

Meeks hit the ball, while a teammate of hers laughed.

-O to have life henceforth, a poem of new joys.

The girl slowly approached the ball, while she made a fist with the paper, crumpling it.

-Aw. -Keating made a farting noise. -Boo! Come on, Charlie, let it fill your soul!

Charlie, her arms up like a goddess, was more ready than ever. The concentration on her face said it all. She took a breath and:

-To indeed be a god!!! -She approached the ball very quickly and sent it very far.

Nicole was walking down the hall, a huge smile on her face yelling at her teammates.

-Charlie! I got the part! Rah! -She was knocking on all the doors to break the news to her companions.- I'm gonna play Puck. I'm gonna play Puck!

-What did she say? -Pitts asked Meeks, and both wore headphones.

-Puck? -Kim asked.

-The main part!! -Nicole answered.

-Great, Nick! -She congratulated her.

Charlie opened her bedroom door, waiting for Nicole to arrive.

-Charlie, I got it!

-Congratulations! -Cameron congratulated her too.