Three reasons why I don't like PhysEd:
1. I hate PhysEd.
2. I hate PhysEd.
3. I hate PhysEd.
Nevertheless, we still had to take it, even if it means communal showering. The upside, though, was that we had it at the track and field oval behind the school buildings. Green grass, fresh air, high-quality plastic chairs all lined up in rows.
In the meantime , there are those pesky equine centaurs trying to steal the spotlight by flexing how fast they could run. I mean---okay, we get it, but can you stop trying to set fire to a 7-kilometer race track by simply running at racecar speeds. The same message also applies to those pegasus centaurs and their volleyball strikes.
The PhysEd teachers assigned to teach our class of around 60 were two buff handsome men: one of which is a biped human and the other an equine centaur. Both of them possessed brown eyes and long brown hair. The centaur donned rounded spectacles with a bronze frame.
Charming souls were they, I'm sure, but they're not my type. Mayeden's girls and most of the exchange students fainted when they saw him. Even a few ladies and gays leaked right there (gross).
"Alright!" the centaur barked in a loud, gruff voice, "Everyone in rows of ten for morning drills!"
Immediately, we hurried to our spots. I was right in front of Karen, who was in front of five other guys.
With the blow of his whistle, the centaur led the morning exercises, which consisted of multiple jumps, limb stretches, and other warm up exercises. They all culminated in a near exhausting run along the rectangular track. Most of the TQCs of our batch fainted at the first few meters and some more halfway there. In the end, I was the only TQC to finish the track, thanks to my morning routine of jog sprinting with a full rear.
"Quite a fun run, I must say," the human coach remarked.
We all groaned.
"But it's okay, it's part of life," the human coach replied, "Now, form up into two teams. It's time to play Battleball!"
Immediately everybody cheered --- WAY too loud for my ears! --- after that announcement. Yeesh!
The human coach blew his whistle and barked, "Two teams of thirty. Form up!"
Immediately, cliques began gathering among my classmates based on schools and race. The Mondrajians want me in the group, but I politely declined. I was standing beside Anthony, watching the cliques form and split until they became two teams of twenty-nine.
Both coaches headed towards us, and although my rear could outsize them, I felt like both of them were looming over me.
As I looked up at them with eyes wide as dinner plates, I swallowed.
Anthony turned and exclaimed, "Coaches Patrick and Matthew, what a surprise! I see you've met Ashley Spruce, the girl beside me. Ashley, the centaur guy is Coach Patrick while the human guy is Coach Matthew." He laughed nervously as he gestured.
"Why, Anthony, good day," the centaur replied, "Are you two little lovebirds just sitting there, watching, delaying time for your other friends?"
"No, h-h-he isn't!" I stammered. Sweat began rolling down my face. My six 'knees' were shaking.
"Coach!" one of the Mondrajians called out, "You're looking at the best volleyball spiker slash team captain in our academy."
The rest of the class oohed.
"I can attest," a Mayeden elf I know replied within earshot of me.
"Same here," a lamia I also know added.
"Goddammit, Colleen, Cee Vee, and Kumail!" I exclaimed.
"Alright then," Coach Matthew spoke, "Why don't you and Anthony be commanders of the two teams?"
"Yes sir!" both of us exclaimed. On my part, it was a snap decision because even though I was a volleyball expert, I didn't know what the hell this one is!
