"Vicki! Vick come on it's your turn!" Oh how I loved school.... But P.E was a horror. Not because I'm a terrible person when it comes to athleticism but I really don't like when people look at me. It gives me this burning feeling inside like I'm gonna screw up and everyone's gonna hate me. Not that anyone really likes me. "Vicki Henderson!" I focused my vision. It was MY turn to kick the kickball. What if I kicked it into the road... Or wha- "VICKI HENDERSON IF YOU DON'T TAKE YOUR TURN YOU CAN GO RIGHT TO YOUR NEXT CLASS! Screamed my gym teacher Mr. Amslont or Mr. Amsnot. I heard some girls snicker so I stood up, my legs were wobbling. I went to kick the ball and I kicked it really hard! Home run! But as soon as I kicked it I felt I was leaning because I was... Falling. SPLAT. There I was laying in the mud. All I wanted to do was lay there. Everyone started laughing. Then there was someone standing over me. A guy.
