2nd Art/Rant Book

*internal screaming*

Okay so, I have gym class in school. Well, at the beginning of class, we go into the gym, and sit down. The coaches take attendance, and then they tell us to get dressed into gym clothes.

Well, after I changed, I sat down in my spot on the gym floor. We sit down and chat for about five minutes to let the other people get dressed, 'cause some people take longer to dress than others. Then we do stretches.

..But, the problem is, I have no friends in my gym class.

I tend to get really nervous and anxious during gym because, well, I have no friends, and I hate running and playing games with other people I don't know. I suck at sports. I look stupid when I run. I look dumb in gym clothes.

So I'm sitting on my spot on the gym floor. My breathing is a bit quick, and I have my arms wrapped tightly around my knees. I also have my head buried in my arms, eyes closed tightly. (I constantly worry about what others think about me, especially since I'm small and defenseless. I can't take up for myself.)

..Well, I suddenly heard a small whisper beside me.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I lifted my head up and turned to look at whoever it was. It was a guy, and he had a really gentle expression on his face as he kneeled down beside me. I don't even know this guy. I felt my breath hitch a bit.

"..Y-yeah, I'm fine.." I said back to him.

His head tipped the slightest.

"..Are you sure?"

I had only nodded my head in response, not knowing what to say, and he stayed there for a moment, as if not believing me. He soon sighed and walked back to his own spot on the gym floor. I looked away as soon he left.

The thought of this has been crowding my mind all day. This guy.. Was worried about me. And I don't even know him. And he asked if I was okay..

I did notice that he was in Coach Burton's class, and Burton always teaches a class of freshmen, so he was obviously in ninth grade. Heh, no wonder he was so sweet..
(I'm a sophomore, by the way. I have Coach Baker as my coach.)

...And, I just realized how I wrote that whole thing. I don't know what I was going for, but it seems like I kinda wrote it as a story. I dunno. I failed, tho xD

hhhhh nobody has ever really asked me if I was okay. Well, not a guy. Guys don't usually talk to me. Which is fine. I have social anxiety, so I don't talk.

buT it kinda made me happy that he was worried about me

aaaAAAAA-

Okay I'll stop rambling.

Oh, and no. We didn't talk after that. I really wanted to befriend him, though.. But I don't befriend people xD I'm too shy.

I don't even know his name

...okay bye now xD

===NyOOM