Living with the Devil(On Hold)

Chapter 8: Does Hell have Air-Conditioning?

***Unconditionally by Katy Perry at right ^.^––––––––>***

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KATY'S P.O.V

≈GYM CLASS≈

"RUN YOU MAGGOTS!  I wanna see you drown in your sweat! I wanna see you run until you can't run anymore-I wanna see you whimper on the floor like little worms! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!"  Mr Joseph screamed to us as he laughed like a maniac.

It was just another regular day for everyone or for me at-least.  Jacob just kept bothering me in class.  He was like one of those mosquito's that kept buzzing around and wouldn't die.  Plus, my mother made me wake up an extra hour earlier to TRAIN to make her breakfast right.  I mean who wakes someone up at 5:00am to TRAIN them to make breakfast.  She was a monster...... but speaking of monsters, Mr. Joseph was one of them. 

I observed his conversation nearby.

"M-Mr Joseph.... I had sprained my ankle yesterday and it still really hurts..."  An innocent looking girl whimpered as she tried to balance on her foot.

"Awwww how sad... so um how does this concern me?"  He asked her with no sign of sympathy or emotion on his face.

"W-well I was wondering if you could please let me sit down... j-just for today."  She pleaded.  

"Of course you can...."  He replied back to her with a smile on his face.  But that smile... it was definitely fake.  And Mr. Joseph was being nice?  Something was definitely up...

"T-thank you so much Mr. Joseph!"

"Wait, you hyena looking mutt, you didn't let me finish.  Of course you can sit down.... UNLESS YOU WANNA FAIL THE WHOLE ENTIRE SEMESTER! HAHAHAAHAHA!"  I knew it.  It was just too good to be true.  That guy was no better than my mother, they were both virtually on the same level of being shitheads.

He then caught me looking at him.

"Ms. Clemingtine, why the heck are you just standing there?  RUN RUN RUN!  Until your heart stops and you see 'the light' and MAYBE just MAYBE then you can stop."  He roared at me blowing his whistle.  Grr that asshole bossing me around like he owns me, but still I found my body moving on its own running at his command.

'RUN RUN RUN'?  Maybe you should think about doing the same thing, ya fat-fuck.  All he does is sit there eating chips and blowing his whistle at us like he could do any better!  And now, when I take a good look at him, he sort of reminds me of those aberrant titans.(From Attack on Titan) You know, I'm not saying I want this to completely happen, but I hope he chokes on a chip one day and dies!  Okay, okay maybe that was a bit too extreme but I really wanted to see him get hurt.  I mean why do we even have a fat gym coach anyway?  He can barely get up from his seat and they have him as our gym coach?.. Was this school sniffing some of my mother's cocaine when they decided to accept him?!  Yeah... that's gotta be it, they were definitely high on something. And as I was thinking to myself, he suddenly blew his whistle which meant that we all had to sit down and be attentive.

"OKAY! Listen up you pathetic excuse for human beings!  Today's gym event isssss Dodgeball!  Mr. Harris get up here and do us the honors of picking your team!" He roared to us while sitting down of course. There was no way on earth he was gonna say it standing up like regular gym coach. Whaaa... I completely forgot Jacob was in my gym class though.... and why does he get to pick the teams first?!  My life is certainly over, I suck at dodge-ball.... and any other sport out there that exists!  I covered my face with both of my hands listening to him as he picked his team-mates.