Chapter 3: Dodgeball Sucks
It was the last period of the day. Also the worst.
Daisy hated dodge ball more than anything in the world.
She hated it more than Peach; she hated it more than the fact that she was trapped in a prison for 2 more years. She hated it more than the fact she was in love with her best frie- oops.
She wasn't supposed to think about it.
The only thing worse than knowing that her best friend Luigi would and could never be with her was that his girlfriend was Rosalina. Every time she daydreamed about being with Luigi her thoughts were clouded out by guilt, Rosie was her best friend too.
She was kind, supportive, loyal and trusting. How could she even think about Luigi like that when he and Rosalina were together? It wasn't like Bowser and Peach either. They had a strong working relationship and she couldn't interfere with it even if she wanted to.
It was hard to choose, between her heart and well, her heart. She loved Rosie like a sister and frankly, even the most innocent of feelings was betrayal. So how come she couldn't stop herself?
Ouch. The dodgeball hit her in the stomach.
"Hey idiot, pay attention will you? If you're not going to get anybody, you could have made yourself useful!"
"Sorry, I'm sorry," she muttered to them bowing her head down as she made her way over to the bleachers. At least she didn't have to play anymore. I hate this.
It wasn't long before Peach made her way to the bleachers. Of course, no one barked at her when she got out.
She bumped passed Daisy as if she didn't exist and made her way to the top of the bleachers. Daisy couldn't believe she was stuck in this class with Peach. She didn't have many friends to begin with, but with Peach's constant harassment, she felt abused.
"Excuse me Diana? It doesn't matter what your name is, but um could you move? You're blocking my view. " Daisy turned to see Peach glaring at her impatiently. "Well, what are you waiting for? Do I look like I have the time to wait?"
Daisy wanted to answer yes, but her mouth was dry and she felt frozen. Get over yourself. Move you idiot!
In her desire to get out of Peach's way, she stumbled and fell down the bleachers. One of the P.E. coaches was alarmed. She rushed over to Daisy's side. "Are you ok?"
Do I look ok? Why does everyone ask that!
She tried to string words together, but was unable to move anything. "Hurry! She needs medical attention!" She heard loud voices talking and could sense the anxiety in the room.
Come on! Get up! She tried to force herself, but it would feel much more comfortable to drift off into sleep, she was feeling very dizzy.
