Nathan
During Physical Education, or P.E., The coach decided to split the guys and girls, girls to go and play netball and the boys, rugby. Perfect. Nate loved rugby, it was one of his passions, he was aspiring to get into a provincial team, and one day he would.
Lewis was on the opposing team. Great. Nate thought to himself. Lewis had been giving him the evil-eye all day. The coach blew his whistle and the fly-half kicked the ball high in the air, all eyes on the ball as the boys charged across the field, kicking up clumps of dirt as they thundered down the land. Lewis was watching him, he could feel it. Nate’s eyes were on the ball as it fell through the air, straight into one of the player’s arms; suddenly Nate was knocked off his feet and thumped into the hard ground below. Lewis had side tackled him. The two of them rolled around, trying, breathlessly, to pin each other down. Lewis sat on Nate’s stomach and shoved Nate’s wriggling shoulders down. He was much stronger than he used to be. Nate struggled under the weight of Lewis but he didn’t let go of his shoulders. Nate felt Lewis’ hand crash into his gut. He coughed out in pain and growled furiously, shoving Lewis off of him.
“What the hell Lou?!” He spat. Lewis grabbed Nate’s leg, tripping him and he landed with another thud. Nate then grabbed Lewis by the shoulder and shoved him backwards, tackling and pinning him to the ground. The grass tickled his legs.
“What the hell is your problem?” Nate breathed. Lewis managed to free an arm and swung his fist upwards, catching Nate’s jaw. Nate grabbed Lewis’ arm as he tried to swing another blow at his face and elbowed him in the stomach. Lewis flinched in pain. Nate balled his hand into a fist and whacked Lewis if the face, he retreated his hand back. His knuckles were smeared with Lewis’ blood. The coach blew his whistle and ripped Nate off of Lewis by the collar of his shirt.
“Parker, Roads, Principal’s office. NOW!”
