Despite all the training I do everyday, I can't seem to enjoy PE.
What's the point of doing random work out sets just to sign off a piece of paper?
Sarah and I stood together in the middle of the gym, surrounded by partnerships who were either talking or warming up.
I've never liked wearing gym clothes since they tend to be baggy and get in the way, which is why I wear leggings when I train. Gym clothes aren't meant to be flattering, yet like everything else Sarah manages to pull it off.
The coach blew his whistle pulling Sarah and I from our conversation. We turned towards the sound to see our coach standing at the side of the gym.
"Alright class, everyone in the bleachers!" The coach called out, his voice amplified in the echoing gym.
I turned back to Sarah, our eyes meeting at the same time. Silently, we walked towards the bleachers along with the other students.
I didn't particularly enjoy being crammed in a small section with all my classmates, and the metal seat was cold beneath my thighs.
"What are we doing?" I asked Sarah, confused as the coach rolled out an old TV.
"I'm not sure." She admitted.
"Today, we will be starting a new challenge." The coaches voice echoed.
My eyes shifted back and forth between the blank TV screen, and the coach. Silently, I begged that it wasn't what I thought it was.
When Captain America appeared on the screen, my fears were confirmed and my heart dropped to my stomach.
It was only when Sarah's hand shot out and grabbed mine that I remembered to breath.
"Hi, I'm Captain America." He introduced.
Sarah's hand tightened on mine to both comfort and restrain me, knowing exactly what I was thinking about doing.
"Whether you're in the classroom, or on the battle field-"
Nope.
I ripped away from Sarah's firm grasp and jumped to my feet. Without hesitation, I climbed over the army of students on my row till I was freed by the metal stairs.
If we were alone, I would have jumped over the railing and caught myself with my abilities to get away quicker.
"Alice, what do you think you're doing?!" My coach quickly asked.
He jumped in front of me, blocking my path. I tried to get around him, but he just stepped back in front of me to stop my escape.
Not willing to be stopped by this middle aged man, I jumped over the railing since I was much closer to the ground. This made several students jump to their feet, all trying to see how far Alice Stark will take things to get away.
I ran towards the women's locker room door, ignoring everything else.
"Alice!" Sarah's voice called from not too far behind, though I didn't let her stop me.
Once I was safely in the locker room, I could no longer hold back the tears as they streamed down my face. I continued walking quickly till I found my locker.
It was difficult to enter the combo since it was hard to see through my watering eyes, but I managed to get it and open my small locker reveal my bundled mess of clothes.
"Alice, please stop for just a second!" Sarah asked desperately.
I froze at her request, slowly dropping my arms to my side. I watched my locker for a moment, then using the back of my hand wiped away the tears that lingered on my cheeks.
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The Daughter of Iron Man
FanfictionI thought I knew my purpose: the genius billionaire who changed the world. It wasn't until I met my four month old daughter that everything I thought I understood was questioned. I didn't know it was possible to love someone so much, and that love b...
