(Hmm… Yes, Servo, I'm trying to place a small plot for this story; so that it's not entirely pointless…)

The Extremely Crappy Days at Ashfield High

Chappy Six: Dodge ball!

Christian hummed an unrecognizable tune peacefully while walking down the hallway to the gymnasium. The first day of Physical Education had been pretty boring; rules, a lecture, attendance, and handing out gym clothes had taken up much of the fifty minute class.

He smiled as he pushed the black, double doors open. P.E. had always been his favorite class, and he felt extremely refreshed in his new, gym uniform.

He spotted Joshua, followed by a few others, entering the large, rectangular room through an alternate doorway opposite to his own. He decided to run up and greet his, 'friend'.

"This is a ton of crap, don't you think?" Joshua asked as he and another student, wearing large- rimmed spectacles and braces, slid against the right wall for attendance purposes.

"I-I-I… guess s-s-so…" answered the boy.

"Got a stuttering problem? Don't worry so much; I'll help you with whatever junk we have to do; Coach Ramirez is a jerk, though… Hmm, what's your name, anyway?"

"M-M-Myron… Y-Y-Y-Y-ours?"

"Joshua, but I like to go by Josh; more casual, you know?"

"Y-Yeah…"

Just then, Christian approached them, smiling. "We can finally enjoy P.E.! You guys excited?"

He received no response except for stares which implied: 'You're not serious, are you?'

Joshua glanced around before leading Christian a little ways away. "Okay, Chris; it's okay if I call you, 'Chris', right?"

"It's fine."

"Okay, great… Now, listen, and listen well…. I don't know about your previous P.E. classes, but ours suck… hard. The male coach will push you until you explode, and there is nothing fun to do for the guys like us; the jocks are another story, but their as stupid as a bucket of paint."

Suddenly, however, a loud, booming voice could be heard. "Hey! All of you maggots! Get against the wall!"

A muscular guy wearing black hot pants and a skin- tight white shirt walked out. All of the other students ran to the wall and lined up as the guy stopped before them and grinned, his perfect teeth gleaming brightly.

"Okay, ladies, I have some nice, little information for you: Coach Miles has decided to start the year off with a game; dodge ball to be exact. Now, normally, the female and male gym classes don't interact, but today's an exception," he stated venomously.

"Dodge ball?" Joshua asked himself before cursing under his breath. Some of the jocks laughed stupidly, but Christian smirked. "I love dodge ball; don't get to play it much, but it's nice…"

As the coach began to walk off towards the door leading outside- which opened, revealing a few excited teenage girls- Myron groaned as Joshua rubbed his eyes.

"No way… Crap…"

"What's wrong?" Christian inquired as the boy whined. "They did the same thing last year; that's what. It was a slaughter; same thing this time, I bet…"

While they conversed, the entire female class filled up the opposite side of the gymnasium. Almost all of them seemed eager to beat the boys down into humiliation; both Myron and Joshua squirmed as the jocks roared and headed to the front lines as Coach Ramirez.

"Okay, y'all, this is how it works: I let go of some balls, you all grab 'em, and then start killing each other; Coach Miles has to take care of some business, so I'll be looking over the match; girls, you know what to do?"

"YES!"

"Ladies?"

A, more or less, animal roar came from the jocks, which were eighty percent of the male class, while the minority only groaned.

The coach blew a whistle, so loudly that Joshua winced, before the jocks and the females rushed forward to the thrown balls. In less than a second, the sound of hollow rubber echoed throughout the room as people threw, ran, dodged, and caught.

"Let's just hide in the back…" suggested Joshua to both Myron and Christian. Myron nodded, but the latter only shook his head. "You guys can go, but I'll fight! Even if there's about half as many boys left than girls, we must fight!"

"Yeah… Okay, whatever…" Joshua replied before turning to Myron. "Come on; we're just sitting ducks out here."

And so the battle raged on. After a good twenty minutes, only a small number of the girls had been hit, but the boys had been severely wounded. They were crawling, injured, on the wooden floor. Some were cradling others' bodies, and a few were being hit numerous times. A couple had been nailed in the-place-we-do-not-speak-of, and the girls were becoming more and more bloodthirsty.

Joshua and Myron were hiding near the wall, avoiding balls as they came. "We have ten minutes left… We have to make it!" Joshua exclaimed while darting away from another ball.

"T-T-This is the m-m-m-most heinous a-a-a-a-ct, I h-have ever s-s-seen…" Myron stammered. Christian, however, was up to par with the girls, taking out more of them than any of the others; however, soon, there was no one left except for Christian, Joshua, and Myron, as well as a handful of female equals.

"H-H-Holy m-moley!" Myron exclaimed as he examined the area. The carnage on both sides was horrible, and yet, Coach Ramirez was nowhere to be seen… In the midst of the aftermath, however, stood Christian, proud and strong.

Joshua was watching the girls on the other side.

"Just give up! There's no way you can beat us!" one of them cried.

"Oh yeah! Well, bring it on!"

Joshua approached Myron, cocking his head to the right. "Don't you think this seems like an extremely pathetic and dramatic situation?"

"S-S-Sure seems that way…"

Suddenly, however, a red, rubber ball sailed straight for Myron. "NO!" Christian shouted, only it sounded very low and peculiar due to the fact that time had slowed to a snail's pace for the geeky boy. But just as the projectile was about to collide with its target, he was pushed out of the way. As Myron turned, he saw the ball slam into Joshua's chest; the teenager's eyes widened as the impact forced him to the floor.

Time regained its normal flow instantaneously, and Christian was shocked. "You… monsters! They were harmless, and yet you still attacked them… No, no! This… ends now!" he yelled in fury before reaching for a ball.

"You see why I hate gym so much? I probably have a concussion…" Joshua stated as he and Christian walked towards the nearest exit of the school. The last bell had just recently rung, and all of the students were allowed to leave.

"Stop exaggerating so much; you're fine," his blonde friend replied. "Still though, you guys could've helped; I'm sure we would've won!"

"Yeah, when Hell freezes over… School sucks…"

Suddenly, though, the teenager tripped; over what, no one would ever know. However, as he fell, a hand grasped the collar of his jean jacket and yanked him up.

He began to slightly lean back, but quickly stood straight and turned around to see the person who had saved him. Christian did the same.

"Um… thanks! Uh, Nicole right?" Joshua asked as the girl nodded. "You should be more careful; I don't think Christian was completely prepared to save you."

The blonde boy scratched the back of his head and chuckled embarrassingly. Joshua shrugged. "Yeah, I know… Well, thanks, again…"

"No problem!" She smiled. "I guess we'll be seeing each other in Art on Friday?"

"Yeah…"

"Okay, then!" Nicole waved goodbye and hurriedly sped past them and out the door.

"Huh, guess you were lucky, eh?" Christian spoke. "Guess so…"

Anyway, Christian ended up leaving, letting Joshua sit on a bench and await his mother. The rain had stopped coming down since the previous night, and it was a welcome change for the brown- haired teenager. Life was getting a little better, but…

"H-Hey… you're t-t-t-the g-guy from g-gym, right?"

Joshua turned his head to see Myron standing beside the bench. The handle of his rolling backpack was clutched tightly, and the orange, buttoned shirt was a tad wrinkled.

"What's up? You okay?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"Great…"

"S-S-Sorry about g-g-gym…"

"Oh, it's no big deal; don't worry about."

The sound of honking from a green van alerted the both of them, and Joshua saw that it was his mother; she waved at him from inside.

"Aw, my mom's here; I guess- No, wait, do you need a ride?"

"N-No, it's f-f-fine; I c-c-c-can walk…"

"Hey, it's nothing; just a little help, I suppose. Come on!"

"Well… o-o-okay…"

"Awesome! Okay, just wait here for a second."

"Well, Myron, it's nice to meet you!" said Mrs. Townsend as the boy climbed into the backseat. "Y-You too, M-M-Mrs. Townsend," he answered while Joshua entered the vehicle and sat in the passenger seat.

"Hi, Josh, how was school?" his mother asked while brushing back a strand of light brown hair. "Fine, I guess…"

She smiled weakly and turned to Myron. "Do you mind if I take care of a quick errand? I can call your parents if you'd like?"

"S-S-Sure…"

A dark robed figure stood atop the roof of the school, smiling evilly. "Yes… I'm not done yet, kid… You think you distracted me while that annoying Chinese fly called the cops! Sorry, but you just set yourself up to go 'BOOM'! No dice…"

The guy then began to laugh in a crazed manner as a raindrop hit his forehead…

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