Baljeet concentrated hard on the large red ball in front of him.
He was trying to make it levitate. He had heard that such things were possible, if an individual with enough brainpower were to concentrate hard enough. This was a weighted gym ball, though. Not as much hope there.
Still, he kept trying. He may as well. If there was anything else to work on, he hadn't seen it or he would be there in a heartbeat. Plus, the ball was one of the few things here that didn't remind him of school, and thus, did not send him spiraling into a panic attack. The only thing it reminded him of was gym class, where he was repayed by his classmates for humiliating them in front of teachers or girls or whoever. Mostly by beating him up, or, if they were being supervised, "accidentally" hurting him with sports equipment.
And as unpleasant as it was at the time, it was now a welcome reprieve; for any memories of actual schoolwork made him remember his colossal failure.
At least Gym he hadn't been good at in the first place.
... Annnddd there's Baljeet. :D Our overachiever extraordinaire. He had a mental breakdown when he overworked himself in school, and now cannot function in that environment without having colossal anxiety. I believe I'll do Irving next; his is sweet. :)
On another note, THANK YOU all for your support! I feel so loved! I plan to keep updating this for a while, so stay tuned every night for a new drabble! It will have a few intertwining plot threads, a couple of underlying themes, probably some pairings (I'll star/warn about those, though, and I'll try to represent pairings equally).
Once again, feel free to add prompts, things you'd like to see. Gods know, I need the extra work like I need pnemonia. :P But still; keep with the attentions, the prompts, the reviews- or I may forget about this. Ugh, stupid attention span problems. :(
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