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Thanks for sticking with me! Here's a big shoutout to all my overseas readers! :D School started this past week, and I went through 4 different schedules before they finally left mine alone... Sorry it took so long to update! I'm splitting this chapter into 2 parts-one for each sport- mainly because I wanted to update and not leave y'all hanging, and partly because I may or may not be able to update later in the week, depending on if Hurricane Gustav pays a visit to Houston...so without further ado- the long awaited Chapter 3!

(Doesn't look like Gustav is hitting us. Poor Louisiana! So you may have an update sooner than I thought!) This is the edited version of Ch3- thanks to my beta!!

Today was Wednesday. That meant the week was halfway over, the year almost through, and the end of PE for the school year was also quickly approaching. Thank goodness for that! I don't think I could take much more if the beginning of the week was anything to go by.

Honestly, I didn't see how people in Forks survived through 4 years of PE. There had to have been other unfortunate, clumsy souls before myself. I couldn't have been the only one cursed by PE. But it would be just like me, Bella the Danger Magnet, to go in the record books as Forks High's most clumsy student… I could already envision the award. I shuddered at the thought, and focused back on the game playing out in front of me.

Today we were playing soccer. An easy enough sport- it didn't require much, if any, hand-eye coordination, but just "eye-foot" coordination- something I decidedly lacked. Shoot, when I would go to the doctor's when I was younger, and the doctor would tell me to walk one foot in front of the other, I would trip. It wasn't even 10 steps to the wall, and I had failed a simple balance test!

Luckily, my team had the two Central American transfer students, and we were virtually unbeatable when joined by the PE class's star athlete, Alex. Arthur, the Guatemalan, wouldn't even play with his shoes on, but barefoot. His excuse was that "they kick harder in Guatemala." I just thought it was a guy macho thing. Although he was really good, he didn't speak English very well, so the other ESL student from El Salvador had to translate Coach Clapp's instructions to him to make sure we didn't get in trouble for kicking the ball too hard. With the guys all chasing after the soccer ball, it was quite easy to avoid actually coming into contact with it, because the male portion of the class was virtually on top of each other, trying to outdo one another.

As the ball whizzed over my head, I realized that having Arthur and Jose on our team might not be a good thing, if I had any hope of avoiding getting hit. They all three had a habit of kicking the ball up high in the air and getting it to land in front of the person they were passing to. It was a good way of passing without risking interception, but also not too healthy if you value your skull. I had gotten more than enough lectures from Carlisle about the dangers of heading the ball-intentional or not, the move was responsible for many concussions suffered by soccer players, pro or amateur.

Ah, I was distracted again! If I kept this up, I would never be able to keep track of the ball. As soon as I realized this, the ball arched right to me, landing neatly in front of my feet. Point shoulders towards target, kick with the side of your foot... advice from Angela was running through my head as I awkwardly prepared to shoot the ball to…. oh no! The only person from my team that was open was Jose! Not that he was bad, he was one of the best players; the problem was that he had a habit of mocking the girls' kicks and shrieks. Lauren was a particular target, as she had the strange mannerism of screeching before every time she kicked the ball. I could only imagine what he would do when I kicked… taking a deep breath, I drew my leg back, and KICKED.

The ball, of course, went in the opposite direction of where I was aiming, making it bounce underneath the fold-out bleachers, and effectively pausing the game. Well, at least everyone knows not to pass to me, I thought to myself. This guaranteed my safety for sure; there was no way I would get hit again when nobody passed me the ball.

Completely confident in my relative safety, I got on our team's side of the field and prepared to dodge more kicks; that is, I thought we were starting, but then Coach shouted, "Jose! Arthur! You're on the other team; Alex, you stay there! And let the girls have a chance to play, you've been hogging the ball. You do have other teammates!" Wonderful, now they would be aiming for us girls. Horrible scenarios running through my mind, I got ready once again for the game to restart- and boy, it did.

It was halfway through the second part of the game, my team was down by two, and Jose and Arthur successfully made every shot they attempted. Alex, however, was still our main offensive player, and even jumped in to help Angela ward off Mike when he tried to intercept one of her skillful passes; Mike, on the other hand, was not so skillful. After he turned in my direction, I realized this could only mean one thing: that one of the two, either Jose or Arthur, was behind me with the ball. This would not end well, I could already tell. Taking a few steps forward to escape what I was sure was a direct hit aimed for me, I waited for the ball to appear on the other side.

WHAP! Great, I step FORWARD to escape getting hit, and what happens? I get hit. Edward was right, I AM a danger magnet! I can't even escape from my clumsiness by not playing! Well, at least that's my ball-hits-head episode of the day. I'll be safe from now on... If only I had known what was still to come, I wouldn't have contemplated my good fortune so soon.

BLEEET!! Coach's whistle squealed, signaling the end of the game. Thank goodness, I thought, I was beginning to think this game would NEVER end! My team had barely squeaked by with a lead of 1 point, but I could have cared less about the score; I was just glad the game was over.

"All right, class! Time for today's next game: kickball or dodge ball! Show of hands, who wants kickball?"

Most of the class raised their hands, including me. Kickball wasn't that hard on me; we normally used really soft balls, so even if I did get hit, it wouldn't hurt. Well, at least not as much as a forcefully thrown dodge ball. I still had a bit of a lingering headache from the soccer ball, and was looking forward to a nice, relatively safe game of kickball. Plus, when my team was covering the bases, I could always stick around in the outfield. In my experience in PE in Phoenix, the ball very rarely made it there, and so I could mostly avoid serious injury.

The only problem I could see were my shoes- they were about 2 years old, and after hiking around so much outside the school on our "nature walks", they had lost most of the traction on the soles. I knew better than to ask Charlie for a new pair; he was up to his ears in football and filing accident reports from work right about now. He definitely wasn't a shopping person, either. But then again, neither was I. I usually avoided buying new shoes until they were absolutely on their last legs, and most often only when they were falling apart. These still were holding up pretty well, so I would just have to stick by my plan and stay in the outfield- avoiding running whenever possible. No "eye-foot" coordination, remember?

As the class quickly split into two teams, I realized that my team was going to get creamed. Not only did they have Alex, but Jose and Arthur, too. Angela was on my team, though, as well as most of the other girls. Mike Newton was also on my team, and seemed to think his job was to "protect" me from errant balls flying through the air. Hah, only Edward could do that successfully, and that was only because of his super-human reflexes. He still could not save me from my own clumsiness, only save me from the results. Drifting into thought, I imagined Edward gracefully kicking a soccer ball away from hitting me, or maybe jumping up to catch a kickball as it headed straight for my…well, head.

"Hello? Bella? Are you still there?" Angela was waving her hand in my face gently, a smile playing on her lips. "I was just telling you that you didn't have to worry about being the only clumsy one when it came to kickball-I'm horrible at it, too. But it didn't look like you were worried… What were you thinking about?"

I blushed furiously, mumbling something along the lines of "Well…uh…Edward?"

As I finished, she grinned. "Ok, then you're forgiven! I've been known to daze off when I thought about Ben, too." She smiled as she finished.

"Ok class! Let's play ball!" Coach shouted, successfully bringing us both out of our reveries, and the game began.

(to be cont.)

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