You're Never Safe Alone (ON HOLD)

Physical Education

             Chapter 15

                              "Excuse Me, Excuse Me, EXCUSE ME!" repeated Liz over and over again as she made her way through the crowd of the hallways to her locker. She quickly darted for it when she had a clear walkway of it.

                              "20, 8, 11." Liz whispered quickly to herself as she turned her lock and opened her locker. She grabbed her gym clothes; her cyan colored sweat jacket and her backpack and ran quickly across the campus grounds toward the gym. Liz shot herself through the gym and ran towards the Girl's locker room. She grabbed the end of the door to slow herself down.

                               "LIZ!" screamed Yaya as she beckoned her to come. She walked herself through the groups of unchanging girls to where Yaya was.

                               "What is it? Tell me quickly! I need to change and you know it's gonna take a while because of these. AND I HAVE TO CHANGE IN A STALL!" said Liz as she lightly tapped her back.

                               "IS DYLAN IN THIS CLASS??" ask Yaya with a bright face. Liz placed her hand on her face and look to the floor, avoiding eye contact with Yaya.

                               "So... the reason you called me over here was to ask me THAT question?" simply asked Liz still with her hand on her face and eyes on the ground.

                                "Yes." replied Yaya as she jumped up and down waiting for Liz's answer.

                                "Yeah, he is... BUT DON"T FG MAN!" advised Liz as she stormed off to a stall to change. She quickly stripped off her jeans and slipped into her gray gym shorts. She held up her blue gym shirt and thought about changing into it.

                                "Should I keep this on or change?" thought Liz out loud as played with the shirt.

                                "Nay." she said as she took off her gray sweatshirt and put on her cyan sweat jacket. She quickly put her jeans and sweatshirt inside of her backpack and put her hair into a high ponytail.

                                "Let's Go 20, Let's Go!" she whispered to herself while she walked out of the stall into the gym. 20 was her lucky number. Just before ever P.E. class she would chant it for Good Luck. She placed her backpack on the right side of the gym next to all the other backpacks. She power-walked over to where her friends were sitting.

                                 "Sup Twenty." said Sandy as she lightly tapped Liz's back, which had a 20 on her sweat jacket. Liz poked Sandy with a small smile and turned forward, facing the front of the gym where there coach stood. Coach K (Klarke), a 34 year old with short blonde hair, blue eyes and about 6"4. 

                                 "Roll!" he called out loud while he flipped up 2 pages off his clipboard, looking at the third page. He began to call the several last names of the kid who sat in silence in the gym whom replied with a here or a present.

                                 "I hope he doesn't find out I don't have my shirt." Liz muttered to herself while the coach continued the roll call.

                                 "Baldwin!"

                                 "Here!"