sl(ocean)

warm up

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hey guys! thanks for voting (I love you guys so much), I hope you enjoy this short little intro-prologue thingie!

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warm up

slocean

slow • cean

in which the ocean moves at

a rather slow pace

⁂ can be used literally, figuratively or personified

When I say that my school is terribly crazy about their own achievements in sports, as well as making sure that their students are extremely fit too - I am not kidding. This means that when they give you fitness tests in gym class, you jolly well better pass it, if not they'll make you.

Well in my case, these tests don't really work. 

"Shit." I mumbled anxiously, wringing my hands while my gym teacher Ms. Wilson proceeded to pass out our recent fitness test results.

"Congratualtions everybody, there were mostly remarkable and tremendously-improved results seen from this test. However, there were also some who tried their very best, but failed to make the cut." Ms. Wilson began, composed as always.

I cringed. Immediately I knew that by "some", she was referring to me allusively. Praise the Lord, shall we?

A sudden sense of déjà vu washed over me. 

"Tsk-tsk, Slocean." someone commented snidely from somewhere in the crowd, struggling to contain laughter.

"Thought that with her name, she's supposed to have some sort of flow. Don't know what happened bro." another replied to him, causing those around them to titter and send sly glances at me.

Gritting my teeth, I refrained from using my nose to violently butt the massive assholes in the face. Instead, I settled for flashing the finger towards their direction, a slight feel of satisfaction coursing through me at my retaliation.

Although my body was a little too skinny and not in shape, I had my strong nose to count on. This bony thing pretty much gave me the only hope left for the strength my body would have, unlike the the other weak-ass parts that would need a little more muscle-building.

Leastwise, I think it motivates me to be stronger and healthier by one puny percent, so it's good enough for me.

Everyone anticipated eagerly as Ms. Wilson passed out the slips of test results, bright smiles and excited cheers taking over the room. I sheepishly watched her hand out the results to praise each and every single one of my classmates, my own self-esteem slowly dropping in the process.

When she came to me, all I could do was to ignore everyone's gaze.

"Waters," Ms. Wilson eyed me warily, the one final result slip in her hand making me awfully uncomfortable. 

"Haha hey Ms. Wilson, how's it going?" I attempted weakly.

"You failed again, Waters. I expected better of you. Did none of the training help you, look at your poor results!" she shook her head me at me, probably expecting a somewhat decent reply of explanation.

"Hmm you see Miss, you gotta give me some credit on this you know. I'm very consistent with my work and I have stayed the same from day one. Consistency is good right? You told us that." I responded with a cheeky grin. Everybody snickered at that, snorting.