Sortedly Confused❤

Chapter 3

Alyssa's Pov:-

Day 3 of my awful school life....'new school life'

It was time for the elections. No, not the Presidential elections.
Election for the student council.
The student council consisted of the head boy, the head girl, captains of the houses and other cultural heads.

I obviously knew that it would be a futile attempt, if I took part in the elections.
Mainly because I was a new student and also I wasn't likeable.
I would have still given it a try, had I got some confidence left in me.
I used to be a brilliant orator and an all rounder in my previous school.
But somehow I lost all my confidence after coming here.

I could see the excitement in almost every face.
"Alyssa, what position are you gonna stand up for?"

I turned back. It was Jacob.
"Umm no. I'm not contending for any position," I said.

"Why though? You are really capable of becoming the house head, if not the head girl," he said.

I shrugged.
Jacob was a sweet guy and I liked him quite a bit.
Obviously, he didn't know that.

Like every other day, this one also seemed very long.
Being bullied is probably the worst thing to go through and sadly, I was a victim to it.

It was our physical education class going on and we all were in the school playground for our trials.

Our coach wasn't there yet. I was loitering around the field when I saw someone.
I saw Stefan in the farthest corner of the playground, making out with some girl.

I thought she might be his classmate but after observing carefully, I realised that she was at least five or six years younger than him.
The site in itself made me roll my eyes.
One thing was for sure.
I definitely didn't like Stefan. I mean he was good looking, but something about him really bothered me.

In a minute or two, our coach arrived and we were lined up.

The most embarassing moment!

We were supposed to get our weight and height measured.
I knew it wasn't going to be nice.
After some five or six students, it was my turn.

Coach measured my height and spoke out loud to his assistant who was recording the details in his diary.

"5ft 2 inches," he said.

"Step on the weighing machine," he ordered.

I wish I could run away from the site. The keyword being 'wish'.

I stepped on the weighing machine.
"65 kgs" he shouted again.

I could hear the boys laughing.
I wasn't very obese but you see, you can be made fun of over anything, no matter how insignificant it is.

I stepped down and stood in the queue on the other side.
We were supposed to have a small race.
Each round would consist of ten students and their timing would be recorded.

Another embarassing moment.

I stood along with nine of my classmates, waiting for our coach to blow the whistle.

On your marks
Get set
*whistle blow*

I managed to run as fast as I could with those little, fat legs of mine, but obviously I stood last.
My timing was way too behind every one else's.

I didn't bother standing there anymore.
I was almost crying.
While I was leaving the playground I heard someone say, "umm are you okay?"

It was Stefan.
I just nodded and went inside the washroom. I didn't feel like talking to him at all.
Not only because I was upset but also because his perfection made me doubt myself even more.

The day ended after what seemed like an eternity.
With a dejected look and a low heart, I made my way to home.