Change of Perspective

Failing

The most uncomfortable ride to school in my life had to have been that time that I was crammed into a guys jeans pocket, soaking wet (you don't want to know what I smelled like), forced to be constantly assaulted with head splittingly loud voices.

When was that?

Oh yeah, this morning.

James sat down in his seat on the bus, having either forgotten me, or choosing to ignore the cursing, kicking and infuriated girl that he had so gently stuffed into his front pocket.

I don't even know anything about this kid, we've been in way more contact with each other than I've ever been with the people I've dated. Please tell me I'm not the only one who sees something wrong with that.

I'm not going to detail this morning, as the only thing that happened was I developed the worst headache I've ever had. Well, that and I learned James was in high school. I knew he probably was, considering his appearance. The language was something teens picked up as early as sixth grade, so I wasn't judging on that.

However, his first period class was gym. And no, I didn't watch guys change, one, because it's creepy, two, well, I just don't role that way.

Also, what would the point have been? He's like, twenty times my size, which means I'd never work out, also, he's not really on my nice side right now.

No, the fun part of that period was that I got to watch him absolutely fail.

Fail at push ups, at running a few laps (OK, more like ten), and then at basketball.

It totally made my day.

I watched from the door, as he fell on his butt again.

My stomach hurt so much by the time the bell made me go deaf for a few minutes.

Ok, maybe not the best thing I've written, but my head hurts too much to try and rewrite it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it, vote if you do. Love you all :)