Talent Exchange

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Drew's POV:

Have you ever found yourself running from the very things that make your life complete? I didn't think so. And for y'all out there who are saying yes, you have no fucking idea what you're talking about. Right now all I could think about was what I left back home in California. Technically, I hadn't even left- I was kicked out by my own parents. Apparently, illicit activities were rather frowned upon by the parentals if they found out about them. My parents had made it sound like I had murdered someone but the worst I had done was end up in a holding cell... Twice.

Of course at this very moment, I had rather more pressing matters to worry about. Like not getting socked in the face with a dodgeball. Yes folks, that dreaded day was finally upon us- sports day. According to the British (I'm pretty sure I'm the only American) things were going to be changed up a bit. Instead of competing in tutor groups or whatever, they were going to choose a variety of indoor team sports and have a group of girls verse a group of boys. All for that stupid Talent Exchange thing. So it was currently Caleb, Jaydon, Luca, Jasper, Tyler, Zach, Adam and I against Grace, Alison, Caitlin, Lauren and another four girls who's names I hadn't and couldn't be bothered to learn. Our referee, if you could call her that, was the girls gym (my bad, P.E, cos that's what the British call gym) teacher who was impartial to favouritism and would judge the game fairly. That being said, Adam's camcorder was set up on its tripod so it would capture the action alongside a few that were borrowed from the school. After this was done, we would all meet up after school, cut the video together and see if anything needed editing. But on the brighter side of things, everyone in 'Year 11' missed periods 1-4. Yay! *Drenched in sarcasm*. As you can tell, the girls were rather determined to win and not get shown up in front of the camera. Whereas, the boys we're determined to win so we wouldn't smash our frail egos into millions of small pieces. Therefore, ultimately it came down to pride and dignity... And who would be left with it.

I didn't really understand the rules of British dodgeball. In America, it had always been pick up a ball, throw it and pray you hit someone in the other team. Also, try not to get smacked in the face. (Most of us were quite brutal). The way Adam explained it to me wad unintelligible since he was like a 10 year old on a sugar overload. Bottom line, I had no bloody idea what he was talking about. So I decided to talk to someone less... let's go with the word hyper.

"Caleb, what do I do?" I whispered to him while having one hand on the wall. He pointed to one of the five dodgeballs that we're set up on the benches that divided the room into two.

"The furthest one to the right, run and grab it. Then drop back to the first white line and then you can move anywhere to throw it. Remember, you must drop back." Caleb instructed while having a determined look on his face. The whistle blew and the mayhem started.

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Grace's POV:

The girls and I were currently getting dresses for sports day in the changing room... With another 146 students! (Give or take a few). so saying the room was crowded, is the understatement of the century. I was squashed up against a wall since our usual 4 person bench had triple the amount of people it normally had. Due to my eagerness to leave the room and be able to breathe, I changed as quickly as I could, leaving my friends to fend for themselves. So much for 'all for one and one for all'. The Musketeers would hate me. As I walked down the corridor to the actual hall I ran into Ms. Moore who would be looking over our dodgeball competition. Dodgeball- the word brought more fear to me than my GCSE's.

"Good luck today, Grace." Ms. Moore said, her hands on her hips and a whistle hanging from her neck. She was really pretty- her blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail and her green eyes just seemed to pop against her natural tan skin. She was also one of the youngest teachers at this school so it was easy for all the students to connect with her. That and the fact she love Ali and I.