Trisher Nicole Married Who
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: Heh,heh, those poor soldier boys, they are going to go through the work-out of the century!
Ha HA! BTW, have you ever ran any of these drills? Burners are also called 'Killers', if you have, tell me in your REVIEW, and I'll list you and sympathize.
Oh yeah, and Trisher, since your in advanced English, tell me what tenses I used in my Coaches' line.
Beat that!
Chapter 43
Bear Walks, Burners, and Star Shuffles
"Okay." I said "You may call me Coach. Coaches were, Coaches are, and Coaches will always be. You do what I say, when I say it. Got it?"
They all nodded.
"Good. Now, have you guys stretched yet?"
They shook their heads.
"WHAT?" I said turning to Boromir "You have them running, but they haven't stretched? Idoits." I said "Fine, that's first then. Everybody sit down."
So first they stretched, I did not want anyone getting hurt.
"Okay, your pick. You wanna do drills from Basketball, Volleyball, or Football?" I asked, then added "If you guys think your tough enough, I'll let you do one of each."
They all yelled for one of each.
"Fine. You can do Football first. Let's see if you guys can do a Bear walk, there and back."
I pointed to an oak tree that was about from where we were, was about the size of a b-ball court.
I showed them how to do a Bear Walk, or a Bear Crawl.
First you stand and lean over like you are going to touch your toes, but instead you put your hands in front of you, on the ground, then you walk.
I have never laughed so hard in my life.
They got like two steps, before they'd fall over.
I was rolling with laughter, and Boromir was cringing as his troops failed, horribly.
"Okay!" I yelled "OKAY! That's enough. You guys are pathetic! Ready to run some burners?"
For this, I had to draw some lines. I got a stick, and dragged it in the ground, so an aerial veiw would look like this:
WHERE WE ARE
... LINE 1
... LINE 2
... LINE 3
... LINE 4
TREE
"Okay, if you guys can't complete this, there is no hope. First you run to the first line, run back here, then run to the second line, and back, and do the same for the third and fourth. See if you can do five in a row. Now!"
And they took off running.
It was very sad, they were panting by the time they got to the third line.
"C'mon!" I yelled "I know girls half your age that could run those all day!"
They were still panting, and they had just finished one.
"Okay," I said "I won't make you run the rest, but this one, you have to do all of them.
I picked up my stick, and went up using Lines 1,2,3, and drew X's.
.X1...X6
.X2..X5.
.X3...X4
"Okay, I said. Start at the X farthest left, then go to the one on Line 2, then to Line 3, then go to the one at the end of Line 3, then to the one on line 2. Get it? This is called a Star Shuffle, so I expect to see you shuffling. At each X, touch it, then go to the next one. And watch out for one another, do this 3 times, at least. Go!"
And they took off shuffling.
They did actually all right on this one. They ran into eachother a few times, but no one was hurt.
After they ran three, they collapsed on the ground.
"All right." I said "Go get a drink, and shower, and do whatever you do. Just so you know, you have completed three exercises, the last two are required by Coach for girls basketball and volleyball. Now, get out of my site, before I make you play them."
And they all ran off.
"You won." said Boromir
"Don't worry about it." I said "Girl's sports are much worse than anything they are ever going to do."
"Why do you say that?" he asked
I looked at him "Girls are mean. You think you've seen war? Go to a Catholic School's Girls Basketball Game. Especially if it's my team. We are real scrapers."
"I see." said Boromir, even if he didn't.
Trisher and Faramir ran up, just to see the last bit of soldiers limp off the field.
"What did you do?" Trisher asked me
"Just ran 'um through some drills." I said grinning "Turns out they aren't as strong as a bunch of girls."
Trisher rolled her eyes "Of course they're not." she said
I shrugged "I had to prove a point." I said
Trisher rolled her eyes again. "Do you ever have a point?"
"No," I said "Never."
5 seconds later...
"Well, that was pointless." I said
"Yeah." Trisher agreed.
Well, that was utturly pointless
I'm our of ideas! What should happen next...
If ANYONE suggests for me to write a sequal to 'You Could Have Caught Me' I may just scream, really guys, I will, don't worry! But I need to finish this first, I already have the first chapter of it written, but I want to finish a story first.
K? now, REVIEW! please and Thank you!
RIP, Raul
LONG LIVE Wilson!