Bella- Danger Magnet
Bella- Danger Magnet Alert!
Ugh. PE. Why did I have to move to the one place where PE is a 4 year required subject? I'm hopeless at it! Seriously, once they see what happens when I come within 5 feet of a ball, they're certain to take action, if not for me, at least for the sake's of everyone else.
A: Boy am I glad that Edward can't read Bella's thoughts. He hearing what will happen today in PE is bad enough... Don't need to make him worry more than he already does… OK, I need to change songs... Ah. "Bye Bye Bye" is guaranteed to keep him away!
Coach Clapp: "Ok, class, today we are going to be playing Badminton! (an: I know SM did a Badminton chapter on the Twilight outtakes, but since this is based on my personal experience, I'm putting this in here, because that's how it happened.) So grab a racket and a birdie and find 4 people to team up with!"
I ended up partnered with Mike, Jessica and Angela. Angela decided to stick on my side of the net, to help me out if things got too rowdy. She knows me well, especially when it comes to PE. If anything is within a 5-foot radius of me. I'm bound to get hit. I'm extremely liable to get hit when it comes to basketball- I've been hit every year in the head by one since kindergarten.
Badminton seemed pretty safe, though; no large, bouncy balls that could hit me and all I would really have to dodge would be the rackets- a feat easily accomplished.
The game went rather slowly, as whenever it was my turn to serve or get the birdie to the other team, I would drop it or miss completely, making it necessary for me to run after it. I think I was running after the birdie more times than Angela and I ended up hitting it!
Now it was about halfway through the game, and both Angela and I had gotten the hang of it; whenever the birdie would go near her "territory" in the back, she would get it, and I was responsible for getting the birdie when it was near the net.
Suddenly, the birdie was hurtling over the net towards me, and I reached backwards to try to hit it before it went into Angela's turf. Instead of the satisfying thwack of the racket contacting the birdie, however, I was painfully surprised to find a quick and direct hit from Angela's racket to my forehead. It seems that Angela was thinking that it was heading towards me at the same moment that I reached backwards, which inadvertently placed me in her space.
Shaking off the headache, I returned to the game, just as Coach called time. All we had to do now was run, and we were done for the day. I just stayed safely in the middle of the group, sandwiched between a concerned and profusely apologizing Angela, and a beaming, (but rather smelly) Mike Newton. As long as I stuck between these two, I would be safe, I thought to myself, and the prediction came true, because the rest of the day was uneventful.
At least I will only have one bruise to show to Edward this week. If only I had known what was in store for the rest of the school week, I wouldn't have been so optimistic.