Chapter 7: Gym lesson

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"Ugh ... Yeah?" I mumble and wipe my eyes.

"Young lady! The school is starting in fifteen minutes. If I were you I had better start running!" Mom speaks.

"W-what? School?" I mumble.

I slowly open my eyes and I see my mom standing in the middle of my room and she is watching me with a grave look on her face. I move my gaze to look down at my own clothes. 

Oh ... I must have fallen asleep yesterday.

"Oh no! I forgot to do my math homework! Mom, can't I please stay home?" I give mom the puppy face to try to convince her to let me stay home since I really don't feel like going to school and visit a gym.

"No! That only works for dad. I can give you a ride if you are done in about five minutes. This time you are allowed to skip breakfast since you missed it and you don't have time to eat. I suggest you start brushing your teeth now and then switch clothes, maybe!" Mom still stares at me. She looks really stressed.







I run past mom towards the bathroom. I brush my teeth, then I run back to my room to change clothes and pack my gym clothes. When I'm done with that, I run downstairs to the hallway.

"MOM! I'm done!" I scream from the hallway.

"Great! Go and sit in the car. I will come soon!" Mom screams back from the kitchen.

Since I really don't like gym classes, I decide to leave my gym clothes in the hallway and then go out to the car outside. Hopefully, my mom wouldn't see it.





"Anna! I saw this in the hallway and I thought you had forgotten it so I brought it. Here It's your gym clothes, right? Anyway, now you will only be five minutes late, but you guys start with P.E. today, right? So it's no problem that you will be around five minutes late?" Mom is holding my P.E. bag with my clothes in her hand.


Damn it.

I fake a smile towards mum. Ugh... I hate P.E.! 

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"Pair up! Two and two!" the gym teacher begins.

Oh great. My best friend Ella isn't here and I'm not so close to the other people in my class because when you go in a class with about 30 people, then you obviously don't speak to everyone except if you are that social person, which I'm not.

There are a few people I could pair up with. Jule and Diana are people I know, but they are best friends so they would probably pair up together. Sometimes I hang out with Camilia when Ella isn't around, but she would probably pair up with Cassie or Angela.







"Oh, and by two and two, I mean one boy and one girl together. Not a girl and a girl. Or a boy and a boy." the teacher continues.

Oh, it's changed plans. I should maybe ask Ethan.

"Yo Ethan! Get over here. Pair up with me!" Jule is shouting.

"Roy! Over here, come!" Diana is shouting.

Ethan and Roy walk toward Jule and Diana.

Now everyone is paired up except me. I don't really have any boys as friends.







"Alright. So when you got a partner start to train at this gym area together. Help each other if necessary and support your buddy." the gym teacher says meanwhile he leans against the wall with his phone in his hand.

I sigh and roll my eyes. 

Our gym teacher is the laziest person I have ever met. During our lessons, he never pays any attention to us. Well. At least we get a good grade since he obviously doesn't care about the school's requirements.







I walk towards the gym teacher and I look down while walking past Jule, Diana, Roy, and Ethan.

The feeling is just too awkward to walk past your crush alone. I just don't like it.

The gym teacher is easy to find since he's always wearing black clothes.

I wonder if he ever washes his clothes, but he always smells bad as well, so maybe there's a connection there between stinking clothes and the bad smell.

"Excuse me! Uhm ... I don't have a partner!" I say meanwhile I feel the dry sweat smell in my nose. 

Ewww. It's disgusting. It smells just like the way those jellybeans with weird tastes. The smell is similar to the barf and rotten eggs beans.

Suddenly I can hear breathing behind me and a hand touches my shoulder...

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