Blog Entry #2
Monday September 3rd 2013
"Who's that chick?", "Is that a new girl?" and "Where's she from?" were just a few questions I heard today. And that only in the first four classes.
I'm in 5th now, and that's gym and it's mixed with the boys school. Just great.
My sports uniform is navy shorts and a light blue polo. I also have on knee high striped socks and my black Converse.
I made my way to gym with my friends M.F and A.C. They've helped me A LOT today.
When we entered, we could see that the girls were sitting on one side of the hall and the boys were on the other. I'm now sitting with A. C and M.F at the back of the girls bleachers.
A boy has just caught my attention on the other side of the auditorium. He's got brownish hair and I think blue eyes.
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"Ooh. It looks like James has caught Bay's eye!" Margo whispers.
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I've got to go. Class about to start.
Signing out,
BRH
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"Who?" I ask, closing my laptop and putting it into my bag.
"James Hayes. He's the star sportsman and student. He's top in a lot of subjects. Almost every girl has a crush on him." Alissa fills in. Why does his name sound familiar? It's probably nothing.
"Either of you?"
"Margo."
"I did and I'm proud to!" Margo whispers. I laugh.
"Quiet down!" The gym teacher, Mr. Olivetti, I think. "Now, this term, we're doing baseball. And although some of you girls might be scared, there's nothing to worry about." I hear the boys and the gym teacher chuckling.
Bloody sexist. I hate them.
I stand up.
"Oi!" I shout.
Everyone turns towards me.
"Do you have a reason for disrupting my class?" The teacher asks.
"Yes. I have a question and depending on your answer, some follow up questions."
"What is it?"
"Why are you so sure girls are afraid of baseball?" I ask.
"It's not exactly a girls sport, is it? Most girls scream." He tells me.
"But why are you stereotyping all girls? You don't know us individually. Some girls play football. Some boys do ballet. I'm willing to bet there's at least one guy in this room who would be more interested in reading or not getting they're faces bashed in." I say. I hear Margo and Ali telling me to sit down but I ignore them.
"Girl footballers are crap and ballet boys are poofs." He says.
"Sir, you are a prick. I can bet you I am better than a lot of the boys in this auditorium at baseball."
"Fine. Why don't you prove me wrong?" He says with a smirk on his face.
"You're on." I snarl, stomping down the bleachers.
"Hit three shots at that target out of five," He says pointing at the red circle on the wall, "and I'll be proven wrong and I'll stop."
I nod.
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