The S.D.A.T

Chapter 2: Who Needs Gym?

The bell rang disrupting my pleasantly evil thoughts. Crag, my bio partner decided to have a lovely conversation with me before I left; you're going to be hearing A LOT about dear old Craig, but since I don't have time to tell you everything I know about him, I'll just give you the crash course. He's annoying as shit and if he doesn't quit acting the way he does now, some old guy going fishing is going to end up finding him. Anyway, it turns out that while I was thinking; Craig was doing the usual and nagging the hell out of me. "Are you retarded? What the fuck is wrong with you? All you do is nothing!" Then he turned to some random kid next to us and said, "Yo, I hate working with Lynea. All she fucking does is nothing." Now, I would have kicked him right in the knee like I usually do when he's being an ass, but today I had different plans.

Getting my notebook past Coach Densdel wasn't hard. All I did was shove it underneath my shirt, fold my arms over my chest, and walk into the locker room like nothing was the matter. Once I was in, I changed into my gym clothes and shoved my average everyday trash bag clothes into my locker. "You're not supposed to have a notebook in here." Oh joy, ladies and gents, I would like to introduce you to Velmeria Grents. The classic pish-posh act-like-you're-an-angel-on-earth character that you often see in those overly dramatic High School movies. Velmeria didn't bully me, tease me, spread rumours about me, or any of those things. She just annoyed me. But I guess I have it good compared to some people, so I really can't complain. Now before any of you jump to the conclusion that I'm some no-good ne'er do well who doesn't give a damn about the rules, I would just like to tell you; I'm not. In fact, I'm the exact opposite. But if ANYONE had the unfortunate "pleasure" of meeting Velmeria, you would understand why I love to break the rules when I'm around her. She doesn't just obey the rules, she LOVES the rules. And I wouldn't be surprised if she sleeps with the school's rule book every night like it's some leather faced teddy bear.

"I'm using it for something important. Something life changing. Something that really doesn't concern you, so buzz off."

"Don't talk to me that way!"

"Whatever, just leave me alone." I took the notebook and quickly walked out of the room, I could hear the class running around the gym, so making it into the closet would be easy. It's located right across from the entrance; all I have to do is just blend in with the crowd and once they get near I'll take my chance. "LYNEA! GET YOUR REAR INTO GEAR AND LET'S GET GOING!" Coach Densdal barked. "Whatever you say coach!" I fell into line with my gym friend, June. I call her a gym friend even though we see each other at lunch and during English, but we don't talk much then. It's pretty weird because when we're in gym it seems like June and I are the best of friends, two peas in a pod, companions, buddies, amis, and so on and so forth. But put us OUTSIDE of gym, and it's a whole different story. "Did you see what happened in the cafeteria today?" June nudged me with her elbow on the arm. "You know I don't go to breakfast, I would like to live to see the age of thirty, thank you." No joke, I heard that this one kid named Leo got really sick from eating some cereal from the cafeteria and they had to call 911 because he started throwing up blood. The teachers tried to play it off as some allergic reaction, but who the hell is allergic to Captain Crunch? Then again, who throws up blood after eating cereal?

June just rolled her eyes and continued, "There was a fight that broke out. Two girls had some argument and it took three teachers to break them apart, i- HEY!" I took off towards the door, luckily Coach Densdel didn't hear June's furious cry. Before I slipped it, I made sure that no one else saw me (or cared what I was doing) a couple kids had, but they either went back to talking to their friends or give me an odd look before continuing. "Cover for me!" I called to June, "Tell him I went to the bathroom or something!" June nodded, but I could tell she was annoyed. She doesn't get irritated over a lot of things but getting interrupted (no matter how) is always a sure fire way to get her on the Pissed Off train.

I slipped in and shut the door quickly, and just in time too. Not a second after did I hear coach Densdel's whistle and the sound of thudding feet become silent. I pressed my ear towards the door and decided to tune in to what torture the school system might put them through today; some games I did enjoy, but others....not to much.  "Today we're going to be playing a game called Turkey." And it just so happened that today they decided to play one of the few games I DO enjoy. Lovely. But I wasn't going to let the siren songs of the gym lure me into revealing where I was really was; June already covered for me and there was no going back now. But as the droning of coach went on and on, I began to realize somethings:

I dropped my pencil outside

This room barely has any light

It smells like a thousand sweaty jocks dropped off their clothes here 

I'm pretty sure I just saw a cockroach

Cockroaches aren't the size of rats

That's actually a rat

Rats don't have antennae

It's time to leave

I really started to lose my shit once I saw WHATEVER the hell that thing was coming toward me. I screamed and threw my notebook at it before running out clear into the daylight. Into enemy territory. Into the surprised (and concerned) stares of the other kids.

And right into Coach Densdel.

"I- UH" Don't let this fool you, I'm actually really good when it comes to talking to people. "SIT DOWN!" It's kind of hard taking orders from someone who looks like a tomato, but maybe that's just me. "SIT DOWN!!!" You know that feeling you get when you're a fix of both anger and fear? And you know how they always say not to act on your emotions? And you know how you're not supposed to go running out of class because you'll get in trouble? And you know how humiliating it is to look back and see your Coach running right after you, leaving the rest of the class to laugh and point? You do? Oh good. Then you understand what I did and what happened, and it's best to talk to someone who knows what you've been through instead of someone who doesn't. Coach and I raced around the school for what seemed like hours. Upstairs, downstairs, around corners, into people, down long hallways, and even using the elevators. 

Soon it wasn't just me and Coach anymore, soon the principal joined in...and then my school admin...and then my Bio teacher (weird)...and I know you think I'm lying, but you're just going to have to trust me on this one. After a while my legs felt like they were on fire and collapsed onto the floor in a heap of sweat and exhaustion. I looked up and saw that I was just a few feet away from the main entrance, if I could just muster up enough strength to make it I would be home free. But before I could even move a toe one of the school security guards grabbed my by the arm and heaved my up onto my feet. Coach Desndel made it there first and decided that personal space was something a perp like me shouldn't have, "WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!" I couldn't help what I said next, it's just the smartass in me.

"Usian Bolt has nothing on me." So much for following the rules.