Gym sucks. That's the most simple way to put it. It's a cruel and unusual punishment, and I'm pretty sure that that's against our Constitution. Gym was created to torture people who are nonathletic, and it glorifies the people who are actually okay at sports. I'm not that kind of person, and I will never be that kind of person.
It also sucks when your school is known for being all athletic. All of our sports are like the state champions, except for tennis, my school sucks at tennis. You're now expected to do amazing on all of the fitness tests them make you do. Even though, these things are impossible. I mean, 60 sit-ups for an A, no thank you.
Gym could be fun, I guess. You know, if we played Quidditch or something. But, nope, I'm stuck playing basketball, soccer, football, or any other 'sport' the gym teacher can come up with. Gym is tolerable, at best.
Well, at least it is, when you don't have the star player of almost every single sport at the school in your gym class. Kevin Miller, the star of the school, who blows everyone away when it comes to anything physical. And, you know, he has to be in my gym class.
Let's just say, everything was going okay. I was messing around with my friends, honestly not doing anything 'productive', but I was having an okay time. Until, I managed to bounce a basketball off the rim and hit Kevin in the face.
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Teen FictionAutumn has never been athletic. She's the furthest thing from it, to be perfectly honest. She's the nerd in the back of the class, who's probably too invested into her TV shows, music, musicals, movies, etc. Autumn has a few friends, enough to keep...
