As the third period bell rung, I was grabbing my bag with me P.E clothes and I waited outside of the classroom for my boyfriend Brandon to show up.
I waited for a minute, until I saw him coming. He walked up to me and grabbed me by the waist and kissed me.
"Hey babe." he said with his sexy voice.
"Hi." I said
He took my hand and assisted me to the gym.
As I walked up to the girls locker room, I saw Ms. Reed sitting at her desk and greeting whoever chooses to pass by her desk and say hello, until I walked up, and she snarled widely at me.
I walked back outside to say goodbye to Brandon, as we both started walking into the locker rooms. Once I walked in, Alyssa stepped onto the bench near the wall and started yelling, "We can beat them!' Normally, when the boys are going to be playing basketball or soccer outside, Ms. Reed splits her class into two teams, Pink and Purple teams. Most people, including me, argue that the fact that Ms. Reed had Alyssa choose the teams colors instead of the "normal" high schoolers here as Bainbridge High School.
After all the girls got dressed into to their P.E clothes, we walked out to Ms. Reed yelling for all the girls to get into to a line.
" Jenna, pink team. Marcella, Purple team... Alyssa, pink team... Carmen, purple team,"
I guess I was relieved that I wasn't on the same team with Alyssa.
"Ok students," she yelled, "Today, we are playing dodge ball." Ms. Reed yelled pretty loud for a woman her age, she must be what? Fifty?
After she got the balls out onto the court, I heard Alyssa and her friend Cassandra, or Cassy, yell, "Yes! We will win!" At first, I was like, what? But then, I remembered.. Alyssa is on the volley ball team, and from memories, she could play a mad game of dodge ball.
Alyssa had her game face on, and was ready to chase after a ball and be the fist one to get someone out.
After we got situated on either sides of the court, Ms. Reed blowed her whistle, which enitislly meant that the game is beginning.
Alyssa and a few other people ran to get a ball, and they went flying. I stood behind other people, afraid of being hit. I remember in elementary and middle school, you get hid and people would apologize on how hard the ball came down on them, but here in high school, they would be happy, no matter how hard they hurt someone, and it seemed that the P.E teachers really didn't care if you got hurt either, at least that is how it is in Junior year.
I was standing in the back, until I noticed that many people were out, only because most of the volley ball players were on pink team. I was running for my life as I saw that there was like ten times more people on the pink team than the purple team.
I saw that everyone was getting hit, and our school twisted the game and made it so that if you got hit, you were out of the game, PERIOD. Unless we started a new game. Once it was just me and this other girl named Samantha, I started screaming and freaking out, only because I was known as a queen devil around campus, so people would make sure that Samantha girl was last to feel special, I guess, all I knew was that I was next.
I was trying to run around, avoiding bumping into Samantha. I turned around and saw she was just standing there. Then she got hit.
I was struggling to avoid all balls being thrown at me for so long, until Alyssa had the courage to make one big hit..
POOWW
Right in the face. I never felt so much pain ever since last week, and all that happened was being burned by my straightener, and that wasn't even that bad.
