School really sucks. It really does. We learnt all this friggin stuff long ago, so there really is no point to re-learn it. People here are so friggin stupid. Ug! I can't stand them. Stupid sluts and their stupid problems that no one really wants to hear about. They keep bitchen at me cause I play sports. My sister is in their good books because she's a cheerleader. They like her, me not so much. Stupid jocks thinking they are better than me. I can't stand them either. I know I'm better then them because I saw them in the gym before sports started. They suck.
"Hi, um I'm Evelyn." I said to the teacher. He turned to me and his smile quickly grew till he was full on beaming at me.
He held out his hand for me to shake, "I feel so honoured to meet you." He called the rest of the class in so he could talk to them. I seemed to be the only girl in this class, "This is our newest student, Evelyn. We should feel honoured that she is in out school." He was smiling but all the boys were confused and a little bit taken back. "She is a real protege of sports. The best there is out there." He smiled at me, "I hope you can teach these boys some good techniques to use out in the feild or on the court. They could use some more practice."
"Wait, hold on a minute here," A guy stepped up towards the teacher. He was really cute. Wait did I just think that? Well look at his hair, its just so shiny and brown. And look at his muscles. OMG. Seriously, am I really thinking this? I never like guys. "Are you saying that this girl is like a sports god."
The teacher smiled, "Even better than that." He took a few steps forward, "She's amazing. In one moth she won five championships and three compettions."
I looked at him in confusion, "How do you know that?"
He smiled at me, "I know everything there is to know about sports."
"How can she do that?" The snobby, cute jock asked the teacher, "That's not even pysically possible."
I laughed, "Not physically possible for you."
"Are you threatining me?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Not threatining, challenging. Theres a difference."
The teacher cleared his throat, "Well that's going to have to wait for another day. Evelyn's coach has instructed her to work privately for a while till he can work with her. I'm sure you know what you are supposed to do." He smiled at me then to the rest of the class, "Boys, we are running laps then playing some soccer today." They all cheered as they ran out of the gym, "And Miss. Evelyn, you can keep working all the way through your gym period if you need to."
I smiled at him, "Thank you."
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