After a solomn lunch, we had gym (or physical education if you're extra). If you haven't guessed by now, I'm, like, the least athletic person ever. For most people, gym is like yay, fun! but for me it's like I want to die.
"Today we're going to be playing basketball," the coach said.
Really, I wasn't expecting that at all, I thought to myself sarcastically. After Coach split us up into teams, I asked if I could sit out.
"No," Coach replied. "This is a class just like everything else. You can't just skip a math test just because you want to."
I had different opinions on that, but I just went with it.
After mindlessly stumbling around on the basketball court for like six minutes, someone bumped into me. This was a rare oppritunity. I immediatly fell to the floor and started to groan in pain, clutching my right leg. Coach let me sit out. I praised myself on my exceptional acting and delivered a mock Oscar speech: "I'd like to thank the dude who pushed me over for making this all possible..."
From then on I sat on the bleachers and watched everyone play. Some of the people were on the school basketball team, the Wolves, so they were actually good. All of our sports teams are called the Wolves 'cause the guy that founded the school was named Wolfhille and that has the word wolf in it. How clever.
The weirdest thing was that Max wasn't sucking. He must've practiced, but why would he do that? We'd never cared about sports. It was probably to fit in with the basketball junkies that he was hanging out with now. I know I deserve to be completely ignored by Max, and I accept that, but does he really have to suddenly become best friends with the biggest jerks in school?
How can I get my friend back?
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DiversosMiddle school can be tough. Really tough. Can Alex balance school with his social life, all while the one thing he truly cares about spirals out of his control? Highest rank #97 in contemporary! Cover by @SueCupid Thank you!
