Evie Was Here

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Girls of contrasting sizes, races, and other varied demographics formed a long line. They waited for there turn to change, as the four available stalls filled with one girl, then emptied out once she changed. Minnie never felt ashamed. She tore off her t-shirt and capri's in the open. The only one who didn't prefer to hide behind the walls to change into her gym outfit. Of course the other girls didn't recognize this as a feat of casual unconcern. Eyes rolled, and whispers followed. Minnie was dubbed an oddity, who's slight indifference never measured to anything else but mockery.  This did nothing to stop them from talking about her though. That was just part of the game, and Minnie knew it.

Evie like the other girls, needed that shield. She wished she had the female cohones of her friend. Dressing in front of all the watchful eyes made her heart rate rise, and her knees wobble. 

Once everyone changed up, they made their way into the gymnasium. Evie noticed a container made of canvas. Her Head started to spin, as she witnessed it filled with squishy red balls. She never liked gym, but dodgeball topped it off on her list of demise's. To be pilfered by balls left, right, and center is just asking for a bad time. 

"Well, consider me raw meat." She whispered to Minnie. 

Ms. Blayne, a brickhouse of a woman made her way through her office doors. Her proud red whistle swung back and forth around her neck as she ran forward, and grabbed a ball. 

"Ok, ladies. You know what these are for.  I have no need to explain the details. Split up into two groups now, or I will do it for you." 

Ms.Blayne tossed the ball in the air then caught it. The ball made contact with her hands, and the sound echoed. That sound itself, made Evie cringe. She had experienced so much pain today. And she wasn't going to let anyone take any more. Not even herself. No matter how much she wanted to give up and run away. It was the last thing she wanted to see.
The group closest to Ms.Blayne, consisted of the most popular girls in her class.

Evie froze and didn't know what to do. She knew she was going to be a main target. She stood there looking for the group that had Minnie, but her wobbly legs were unable to move. 

"Prancer" Ms.Blayne shouted. "Why are you not paired up" 

whispers could be heard between Pricsilla and others 

"Cause no none wants her." 

Giggles and snickers filled the gymnasium.  

"Ok, Prancer." said Ms.Blayne "you go to the group over there, since they are less one."

Her team looked less then excited as they groaned with faces of listless and detached  emotion. Luckily Minnie and the new girl she now knew as Emily was on the team. They both gave her a warm smile. 

The balls started to fly. The sounds of rubber hitting flesh, ground and walls phwooshed and toinked about. Evie didn't keep her guard up, let alone even try. She let the inevitable happen, as she already knew she had that metaphorical bullseye at her back. She also knew each time the ball impacted against her skin, she was out. The damage would be done, and no longer would she have to reap what has been sown to her. Round after round, and she was first one out. It appeared however  her plan to opt each round out, was starting to work against her. 

She sat in the corner, and the red balls started to whip towards her. Hard throws to the face and body came in endless spurts. She tried to cower away, and shield herself with her arms. More balls kept coming.  Each hit felt like more force was behind the throw. 

"Ladies, ladies LADIES." Ms.Blayne barked out before placing her whistle between her lips, and giving it a hard blow.  

"Constrain yourselves. This is NOT how we play. If Prancer chooses to exclude herself, then let it be.