"watch were your going" someone said shoving me aside, how bout watch where your going nuthead.
in weywind high, gym was just an excuse for guys to show off how truly manly they were, and trust me as someone who's watch them all breakdown in the locker room over a spider i can guarantee you there not.
today we were playing dodgeball, it was the uasul; choose which side youre on, right or left, doesnt matter.
I watch as a group of guys head over to the left side, majority of that team was dominated by guys. looking on over to the right side I take notice of the lack of enthuism, a couple girls on there phone clicking away, an overwieght guy slouch on the wall seeming as if he'll rather die than be here, and a couple of others.
I walk over to the right side as Coach Wallace blows his whistle standing in the middle of the court.
"Alright, I want a fair match kids, Remember, whats the number one rule--"
He pauses looking us all in the eye
"--do not hit anyone in the face, and i mean it, I dont wanna have to file another report."
He blows his whistle signaling the start of the game.
Coach must be naive if he believes no ones gonna get hit in the face, it happens everytime he decides for us to play this stupid game.
this time I just hope it's not me.
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