I hate gym class. It's not that I don't like being active, or that I don't enjoy playing sports. It is the fact that gym class involves two things: partners, and sometimes touching other people. I don't like it when people I don't know touch me. In fact, there isn't really anyone that I like touching me. I didn't really have any close friends when I lived in Toronto, they were more like acquaintances. And now that I live in Hamilton, I don't know anybody.
I walk out of the change room wearing running shorts and an athletic long sleeve shirt. Then I look around at everyone else in the gym. Great. I guess I never got the memo about there being gym uniforms. Everyone stares at me as I start stretching like everyone else is doing. A couple minutes later the gym teacher waltzes into the room and blows his whistle. I hate whistles. So damn loud.
"Listen up. For those of you who don't know, I am Coach Watham. Today, we are going to start with fitness unit. I will be assigning everyone a partner after I - excuse me, miss, but where is your phys ed uniform? Everyone is required to where one to participate in this class." Coach says, addressing me at the end.
"I don't have one." I reply shortly with no emotion.
"Who are you? Are you new to Hamilton High School?" Coach Watham inquires. I nod, not bothering to answer his first question.
"Your name?" Coach asks again, obviously starting to get annoyed.
"Jade." I reply simply. "I am new, so I apologize for not knowing about the gym uniform. I honestly was not aware that we had to purchase hideous clothes to be in a gym class that I may or may not actually participate in. However, because I was so unfortunately unaware of this stupid rule, I guess that I will just leave then. Have a great day, Coach." I say in an annoyingly cheerful voice. Then I turn on my heel and start to walk back to the girls locker room.
"WAIT. Where do you think you are going?"
"I'm not sure yet. I was thinking about going out and getting high, maybe drinking a little. Or a lot. You see, the options are limitless." I say smugly, knowing that that was not the answer coach was looking for.
The rest of the class snickers as Coach Watham walks up to me. "I want you to sit over there in that corner on that bench and keep that smart mouth of yours shut. One more word from you and you are going straight to the principal's office. Now go sit and don't you dare more one inch off that bench. Got it?" Coach spat in my face. I smirked at him and then saluted him.
"Yes, Sir." I then walked over to the bench and plopped down. Crisis averted, no one will be touching me today. Maybe if I just don't get a gym uniform, I won't have to participate at all. Although then I wouldn't be able to graduate. Shit, I need to get a fricken uniform.
I pulled on the sleeves of my shirt, tugging them down to my fingertips. I fiddled some more with my shirt and then the leather cuff bracelets that encircle both of my wrists. I looked up to survey the room when I noticed Kaden staring at me. I flipped him off. He returned the gesture then continued with whatever it was he was doing. Then I noticed a group of girls walking up to me. I looked for Coach, but it seems that he left the gym. Great.
One of the girls, a tall blonde one with loads of make up on her face and a gym shirt that looks like it was a size to small, walked up to me with a smirk on her face. I could just tell that this was the Bitch group in the school. Too much make up, slutty clothes, two girls following their leaders every move. Great, like I wasn't already having a bad enough day.
"You know this is gym class, right?" the blonde, who I presumed to be the ringleader, asks me.
"No, What." I gasp. "I thought this was the fucking circus. What, with all these cake face clowns running around in their slutty versions of a gym uniform." I reply sarcastically. The two girls behind the queen bee gasp and pout, touching their make up smeared faces.
"Why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt? You know you are going to get hot, right?" the blonde continues.
"Won't you get cold? I am pretty sure that you aren't suppose to turn the gym uniform into a crop top. And if you are just going to stand there and talk to me, I can't possibly understand why you would be hot. As for myself, I am quite comfortable. But I am touched by your concern." I smiled up into the girls face. Got Ya, bitch!
"I came over here to tell you one thing. Kaden is mine, so back off bitch." And with that, the mean girls of Hamilton High pranced away.
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20 long minutes later, the bell rang. It's about time! I hoped off the bench and was heading over to the girls locker room when I heard my name being called. I turned around and saw Coach Watham waving me over.
"What's Up Coach?" I asked cheerfully, even though I was feeling anything but cheerful at the moment.
"I just wanted to let you know that if you give me $15 tomorrow, I can order a gym uniform for you."
"I...Well, you see..." I stuttered, trying to think. Of course I had $15, but I didn't have a ton of money. I was trying to save money for when I got out of this town. I only have about $200 saved up right now. I guess I could ask Aunt Beatrice for the $15, but that would involve talking to her so...
"Jade?" Coach prompted.
"Yeah, sorry. Um, I'll see what I can do." And with that, I walked to the girls locker room to get changed. I guess I am going to have to suck up my pride and ask Aunt Beatrice for money. This day just keeps getting better and better.
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