So it's track season! Yay!
Track is seriously like the only sport I have all year (unless you count marching band. It does require a lot of coordination, the ability to multitask, and a little athletic ability so...) so it's like a big deal! It's also the time when I get to show off for my friends when I pole vault (because I'm the best pole vaulter in my school. And the only pole vaulter in my school. But I AM good. I won our first meet and I jumped 9'6, which is really pretty great for a Freshman!
So...Track!
Coaches' Meeting
"Okay, so we're all here, correct?" Crowley asked the room.
"Seriously, there are literally two coaches other than you. Both of us are present. You don't need to ask that every five seconds." Hat said impatiently. Seriously though, he's been sitting in this room for twenty minutes listening to Crowley inquire if all two of the visiting track coaches were also in the room.
"I have to be sure, I don't want anyone missing this meeting." Crowley responded. He looked at the list in his hand. "So…Halt, you're here, obviously. You won't shut up. And…Mr. Halt's brother? You're here as well?"
Halt face palmed. "His name is not Mr. Halt's brother."
"Well, if he has a problem with it, he should have said something himself." Crowley responded.
Mr. Halt's brother was silent. Crowley glanced at Halt awkwardly. Halt shrugged. His brother had always been the quiet one. It had been a little weird when they were growing up in Clonmel because there was Halt and Ferris trying to kill each other (one a little more than the other), and then there was this other one who was just sort of there. He wasn't really in the plot too much, but now he was apparently a track coach.
"Anyways," Crowley continued, "There's a small problem with your lineup for your events, Halt."
Halt raised one eyebrow at Crowley. "And what would that problem be?"
"You have Will and Gilan running too many events." Crowley responded, raising his own eyebrow.
Halt continued raising his eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, it's not actually possible for a track team competing in every event to have only two participants. Will and Gilan can't run every single race."
"Why not?"
"Because, first of all, it's against the rules. Second of all, they'd be way too tired. Third of all, two people can't make a relay team."
"Yes, they can. I trained them."
Crowley face-palmed. "Fine. Just fine. Do what you want. This meeting's over. Bye." And then Crowley stormed out.
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