Alright! This chapter is written by none other than Maffew Sunshine! ENJOY OR PERISH!
Poland's POV
My first hour class was P.E., great. I entered the locker room only to see what seemed to be a dick size contest. I imediatly shielded my eyes. I might be gay, but I don't want to see that.
The biggest guy (not like that you perves!) put it up and came my way. "You looking at my junk, queer boy?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes. "It's hard not to when you've got your baby penis flopping about!" I yelled, anger taking away my valley girl tone. Unfourtunatly, my voice still sounded unbeliveably gay.
"Well, well, well, it looks like we really do have a faggot among us!" The douche bag said with a smirk.
Oh. No. He. Didn't.
The extreame rage flowing through me rushed my inner valley girl voice back and better than ever before. "Look here, Bucko! Just because I'm, like, gay doesn't mean you can, like, call me a faggot and stuff!"
The boys simply laughed and went back to their competition.
I went to the other side of the locker room, hoping for more caring and intelligent souls, only to find Germany- I mean Lucas, Italy- I mean Phil, and Lithuania- I mean Toris. Joy.
"Hey Tory!" I greeted flirtatiously.
"H-hi Felix..." He said nervously.
I love it when he's nervous.
I pinched his ass just to see how far I could go when Lucas yelled at me.
"Will you please control your self!"
I stopped and instead changed ito my pink gym clothes that came in the satchel that appeared during the crazy clothes change thingy on the gondala.
When class started, we did these strange exercises that looked highly sexual and I couldn't keep up with. "Woah, woah, woah, like, slow down Jillian Michelles! These streatches look like sex positions and I know for a fact that this isn't Sex Ed because I don't see Frankie anywhere!" I snapped.
All my rant got me was the nickname "Fairy Boy" and detention.
And it's only first hour.