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The shrill sound of the whistle made me wince as I ran around the gym, finally finishing my last lap along with a few other girls. Britney and two of her clones are the only ones still running, whining about how if they get sweaty it’ll make their hair frizzy and that their makeup might smear.
“Mrs. Yoty! My hair is-“
“You’ve already told me this Britney… three times! I don’t care about your hair. Just hurry up and finish your lap so we can play the game!” I snickered under my breath, holding my hand in front of my mouth so they wouldn’t see my amused grin.
This is why I love this class. I hate the exercising part of it but the fact that Mrs. Yoty is the only teacher who doesn’t take Britney’s shit is really amusing. It makes the class a lot more interesting. Out of the corner of my eye I saw some of the other kids hiding their own smirks. Others looked annoyed and impatient. I don’t blame them. Today we’re actually doing something that I like: dodge ball.
When Britney and her sidekicks finally got done with their lap, scowling and running their hands over their hair, we all turned to Mrs. Yoty. She always picks captains. With a small smirk, she pointed them out.
“Lyla and Britney.” I smirked a bit as well. I’m not gonna lie- I’m actually good at dodge ball. Good as in I have awesome aim and I can dodge really well. When I’m captain my team always wins. So usually almost everyone wants to be on my team. Of course Britney and her friends don’t but almost everyone else does.
“Lyla picks first- twelve on each team.” Britney scowled at me but didn’t say anything. She learned a while ago that arguing won’t get her anywhere in this class.
“Gabby.” I pointed to her and she fist-pumped the air, grinning widely as she bounced over to stand beside me. My team always wins no matter what because I pick a little bit of everything. What I mean is that some people are better at dodging, some at catching, throwing, and some are good at all three or just two of the three. If you have people who are good at dodging they usually toss the balls to their teammates, others catch any ball thrown their way, and obviously the throwers try to get the other team out.
Eventually there was only one more person waiting to be picked, a catcher, and I motioned for her to come on my team. She smiled a bit and came over. Mrs. Yoty blew her whistle and we all turned to face her. I freaking hate that damn whistle.
“Alright! Britney, your team is on the other side!” They pranced to their side of the court and we stayed on ours. Mrs. Yoty started tossing balls out of the tub and my team laid them along the red line running straight through the middle of the gym. Britney’s team just stood on their side, messing with their hair and nails.
I went behind the black line, placing my hand on the wall behind me and waiting for the whistle. It echoed shrilly through the gym, bouncing off the walls as my team raced forward, me included, and snagged all of the balls. We went back and threw them at the wall, turning and running back up to the line.
Rubber balls went flying through the air and instantly three of the other girls were out, stomping over to sit on the sidelines. I laughed quietly to myself, my eyes picking through the remaining people on her team till they landed on the bitch herself. She had scooped one of the balls off the floor and is now staring at me snidely, waiting for me to make a move. Smirking, I straightened up and out of my throwing position, motioning for my team to go back.
They listened, all of us running backwards to the wall on our side. They advanced on us, smirking like they had already won. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from cracking up laughing. Do they never learn? I’ve lost count of how many times this has happened and they just keep falling for it. Every time.
When one of them finally threw their ball, completely missing by at least four feet, the rest of them decided that it was a good time to throw theirs as well. Two of my catchers easily snatched the balls out of the air, casually reaching out and letting them glide into their hands. I whooped and high-fived the girl beside me, who was grinning from ear-to-ear.
The two who got out huffed and stomped over to join their other teammates, complaining the whole way and saying something about how we’re cheating. I rolled my eyes and took in the other team, smirking when I realized that there are only seven people in on their side including Britney. The other five are on the bench watching with sour expressions or gossiping with one another.
Advancing forward, the rest of my team followed my lead as we approached the throwing line. Britney stood pressed against the wall, trying to watch and make sure no one is going to try to hit her. I decided to humor her and focused my attention on some other girl on her team who isn’t even paying attention. Raising my arm, I gripped the ball in my hand and spun to the left at the last second, chucking it across the gym with all of my might.
A loud scream/squeal rang out across the gym, making me wince even though I knew it was coming. Britney collapsed, cupping her hands over her nose as she yelled and screamed on the floor. Mrs. Yoty went over to inspect the damage and the remaining girls who aren’t out crowded around her.
“Lyla did it! She threw the ball right at my face! No I’m not going to calm down; she broke my nose!” I stood there with both hands clamped over my mouth to keep my laughter contained. A few giggles managed to escape but no one else could hear them over all of the noise Britney is making. I dropped my hands and she glared into my eyes, obviously wishing that the phrase ‘if looks could kill’ wasn’t just an expression. I shot her a smug smirk and a few more chuckles fell from my mouth.
My body started to shake from the effort it’s taking me to keep from laughing.
Mrs. Yoty had someone on the bench stand up and help Britney stumble her way across the gym, still insisting that her nose is broken. The mob broke as she emerged, still holding her nose. When one of her fingers shifted a little I caught a glimpse of crimson, growing a bit queasy at the sight yet still proud of my work. I just don’t do well when it comes to blood or bones and that kind of thing. I think it’s safe to say that I’m never going to be a doctor.
The door slammed shut and I rolled my eyes. She is such a drama queen. Glancing at Mrs. Yoty, I saw a tiny hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and grinned. At least I’m not the only one who found that hilarious. Actually I think the only ones who didn’t are the people on the other team.
“Well, now that that’s over… keep playing!” I plucked a ball off the floor that rolled up near my feet.
“For Narnia!” I yelled and charged forward, causing a few people to laugh. One or two others actually joined in which I thought was awesome.
See? Sometimes I can be an interesting person…
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I thought that the song on the side goes along with this book pretty well. :3 And I love the song in general so if you haven't heard it you should listen to it. Like seriously.
I hope you liked the chapter and I'll be posting the next one sometime at a time. I don't know when but it'll probably within the next week..... Actually probably sooner than that. xD
Oh and my 'sort of co-author/writer-person' for this book says hi. She has given me some good ideas for the book and likes to call herself my co-author.
Haha anyway so have a good night! <3
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