Fallen (editing)

Chapter 11

I stretch as I walk.
"I'm so glad that's over!"
Dimitrio clicks his beak. "Yeah, I bet."
I slow down my pace. "What the Djinn is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you suck at math. Obviously."
I shrug. We stay quiet for a few minutes, walking down the hallway.
I hurry to my next class: gym.
A short, stocky man leans against the wall, swinging a whistle around his finger.
I walk up to him, glancing at the name on my schedule.
"Are you Mr. Roberts?"
He straightens. "That's Coach Roberts to you, pancake."
I raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
He squints at me. "Is there an issue, pancake?" His buzz cut seems to glare at me, too.
"No, no issue." I smother a smirk at his tough attitude. Does he think he can take me?
"Good. Now get to the locker room and change!"
I nod and head to the door.
Some other guys are already in there, pulling off their shirts.
Their stomachs are like mine, lean and muscled. But terribly skinny and thin.
I shudder in disgust. I'm so human now. It's pathetic.
I quickly change into one of the uniforms on the table in the room, cursing when I end up putting on the shirt backward.
I hurry and grab my jacket.
I pull it on, flipping up my hood.
I walk up the stairs, into a gymnasium where other students are already running.
I jog for a bit, staring at my feet.
I spot Sam across the gym and he quickly glances away.
I shrug and a bell sounds and we all go to where Coach Roberts is standing.
"Okay, pancakes! Time for a warm-up!"
He glares at each of us, twirling his whistle. His beady blue eyes challenge us. I smother another smirk. Let's do this, old man.
"20 laps around the gym, let's go!"
The class replies. "Yes, sir!"

I walk out of the locker room, pulling at my shirt.
Coach yells after me. "Hey! Pancake!"
I turn around. "Yes, sir?"
"I saw you run today. Tryouts for the track team are in a few days."
I blink.
"I expect you to be there."
He walks away, twirling his whistle.
Dim pokes his head out of my bag.
"You gonna try out?"
I laugh. "Uh, no."
I walk out into the hallway.
Suddenly, I feel the wind rush by me.
Startled, I swing my hands up, prepared to block a punch.
"Hi!"
I swing my hands back down and look at the person in front of me. A girl.
Her soft, brown hair sweeps off her forehead, highlighting her tan skin and brown eyes.
"Aren't you in my gym class?" She smiles at me.
I shift on my feet. "Uh..... Yeah. I think so."
"I'm Halley!"
I glance away from her beaming face, my face heating up in irritation.
What does she want? Humans, honestly.
She changes her position, so her hand is on her hip. The other is positioned towards me.
"This is the part where you tell me your name." She smiles sweetly.
"Oh, Sylt. My name is Sylt."
She points at me. " Where are you from? I like your accent." She looks me up and down.
Accent? I have an accent? Heh?
"Oh, thank you."
She points at my eyes next. "I like your eyes, too. Are those contacts?"
Contacts? I like your eyes? What's she gonna say next, I like your face?
"N-" Dimitrio pokes me in the back.
"Yeah, yes these are contacts."
The girl, Halley, nods. "Cool. I'll see you around?" She glances at me as she turns to leave.
I nod my head. Anything for you to go away.
"Yeah."
She walks away, waving.
I hear Dimitrio chuckle in my bag.
I pull it open, glaring at him. "What's so funny?"
He clicks his beak. "That girl sure liked you."
I blow out a puff of air. "Please, don't be ridiculous."
Dim just cackles.
I glance at Halley where she's talking to some other girls. A girl with dyed-blue tips glares at me, her eyes sharp.
I sigh and head off to my next class.