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Sorry this is so short.
I had a really hard time writing it for some reason! :)
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Gym class, was generally dreaded by all.
It consisted entirely of three or so games that everyone hated, the smell of sweaty kids, and a WAY too energetic gym teacher.
Of course, there were a few abnormal kids that actually enjoyed having a whistle blown in their faces.
Becky Botsford, considered herself to be one of them.
The sport for the day, was dodge ball.
A game perfectly suited to her skills.
The sleepy kids let out muttered grumbles but knew better than to protest against the wannabe general gym teacher, Mrs. Ripley.
"Okay class! Get ready to have some FUN!" Mrs. Ripely roared, enthusiastically blowing an ear piercing note on her whistle.
"Today, I have the pleasure of introducing a new student who will be joining our ranks. Everyone give a big, Woodview Elementary welcome to...*Imitates drum roll* …. TOBEY!"
A few scattered claps filled the air, but Mrs. Ripley didn't seem to notice the lack of enthusiasm in the room. She leaped over a pale freckle faced boy, and was pumping Tobey's hand with relish before he had time to react.
"Why HELLO there, Tobey! Are you ready to dodge, dip, duck and dive your little heart out in dodge ball?"
Tobey cringed away from the woman like she had the plague.
"You expect me to do manual labor?" He asked in horror.
Mrs. Ripley ignored his comment, turning her attention back to the rest of the class.
"Okay Tobey. Since you're new, you get to pick your first team member." She blew another round on her whistle.
"Line up, class! It's time to pick your teams!"
Becky slumped behind a plump girl.
Maybe if she hid, he wouldn't see her.
Tobey strode over to Becky with a smirk the size of Texas plastered across his face, and pointed his finger at her.
"I pick you."
Great.
Becky reluctantly picked up a playground ball and took her place next to Tobey.
"Hello there." Tobey said, his voice dripping with false friendliness. "You know, I don't believe I caught your name at lunch today."
"I didn't throw it." Becky replied, spinning the ball in her hand.
Tobey glared at her, then regained his phony enthusiasm.
"Are you good at dodge ball?'
Becky shrugged modestly. "I usually win."
Tobey's eyes glittered, "Well, it's nice to know I have someone somewhat worthy to defeat."
Becky rolled her eyes.
"You do know that we're on the same team, right? The rules don't allow you to hit your team members."
He leaned in closer. "What should I care about rules? I will defeat you. And then I'll prove that I, Tobey Mcallister the Third am far superior to you, and the rest of these imbeciles!"
He tried to mimic her spinning trick, and dropped the ball on his foot.
Becky smirked. "Whatever you say, Tobey."
"Okay kids, here's how the game goes." Mrs. Ripley roared when everyone had found their team mates.
"At the sound of my whistle, the game will begin. Grab the ball and hit the opposing team members below the waist. If you get hit, or someone catches the ball you throw, you're out! No head shots. UNDERSTAND?"
A few muted 'Yes, Sir...I mean Ma'ams. ' satisfied the teacher.
"Okay kids. Get ready, get set...PLAY!"
The whistle blasted, and the game was on.
"Prepare to loose!" Tobey shouted, jumping into the fray.
Kids scattered, as brightly colored balls whizzed through the air.
Becky dodged them all with ease, managing at the same time to send several people trudging towards the sidelines.
Tobey, too, was nimble enough to dodge the flying rubber missiles, and Becky actually wondered if he could win.
Then he picked up a stray ball, and threw it with the amount of force a sloth would.
It landed on his foot.
"Ow!"
"Tobey's OUT!" Mrs. Ripley roared.
Becky allowed herself a small smirk as he skulked to the sidelines.
Gym class definitely had its merits.
(A N)
Yeah, I know it's anticlimactic, and a little sad, but I have MAJOR writer's block!
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