His Idol

Stupid classes.

At his school Cyrus managed to make it to his locker. He put in his combination code, 1972. His locker opened showing his boring interior. Other kids would put stuff in their lockers but he wasn't like other kids. After all he didn't even understand other kids. He always kept to himself meanwhile the other kids would gossip and tell lies as if it were nothing.

Cyrus didn't have any valuables to put in his locker anyway. He didn't collect anything anyways so why start now? As he finished putting his backpack in his locker, he put back on the combination pad lock. Cyrus made his way to his second class.. Slumped over slowly walking reluctantly.

It was P. E. The subject he hated most.. It was also in the morning which he hated. He didn't even get to finish his breakfast, he wouldn't get lunch until 3 more classes.

As he reluctantly went inside the gym he saw the creepy gym teacher staring at the girls. He hated this teacher with all of his heart. Though he couldn't feel bad for the girls since they gave him disgusted looks all the time, even when he wasn't even staring at them. Cyrus reluctantly went over to the locker room and changed into his gym clothes, sweatpants and a short sleeved shirt.

He went back inside the gym and started doing what he called, unreasonable stretches. The gym teacher blew the whistle signaling everyone to do laps. The creepy gym teacher stared at the girls while Cyrus ran laps.

Everyone had to keep doing laps over and over again until nobody walked the 10 laps. Cyrus started getting frustrated and annoyed. His muscles hurting as well as his legs. He didn't wanna keep doing 30 laps because some people didn't know how to do exercise.

The gym teacher was still looking at the girls as they ran. Cyrus thought the gym teacher was far more disgusting than the girls at school themselves.

The girls at his school looked at him with disgust even when he wasn't doing anything to them. The girls did like attention though which made Cyrus cringe.

Cyrus pinched the bridge of his nose. The girls at his school would constantly annoy the other boys and would hang onto them, flirt with them even. He honestly pondered about why the girls liked attention, especially from the Gym teacher who was probably in his 60s by now.

Most of the girls would even ask to sleep with some of the guys at his school. Which Cyrus found disgusting. He knew that the girls probably liked the attention they were getting from the creepy gym teacher so he honestly didn't care as long as he didn't get molested.