Not Good.

"Huah...huah....huuuuahhhh......chehh..." Chiyo's breathing was deep and rough as she stumbled off the running track. Bending at the waist, she put her hands on her knees and took great lung fills of air. Noticing this, Kaorin walked over and handed her a half filled bottle of water.

"Is sport not your forte, Chiyo-chan?"

After a brief bout of coughing and spluttering, the small girl looked up.

"Not really...huah...."

Kaorin rubbed her on the back sympathetically.

"Yeah, I never was that good at it either." She glanced over at the track. A slow grin lit up her face.

"Well Chiyo-chan, I guess you're not the only one that can't do sport."

"Huh? What are you talking abo-oh."

"Huah, huah, huah...."

"Hang in there Tomo! Just a few more meters to go!"

...

"Tomo-chan does know that she'll be able to make it more quickly if she stands up right Kaori-san?"

"I'm not sure she does..."

Cheater.

"Okay everyone! A short quiz to start off with." Said Yukari as she passed around the papers. "I'll just be...marking work. Yeah. Marking work." Looking around the room, she sighed. "Get to it already!"

As the room descended into silence other than the marking of pens, a number of students were thinking something along the lines of `This seems harder than usual...`.

Some went further, and thought `This seems more like the one that wasn't done by Yukari-sensei..."

However, everyone, when they saw Yukari screw up her hair and mutter dark words guessed that she was doing it with them. Everyone, except-

"How you doing, Chiyo-chan?"

"Ah, sensei. Isn't this supposed to be an individual test?"

"Eh, doesn't matter. Can I see what you've written, please?"

"Ah? But..."

"Come on Chiyo-chan, move your arm!"

"Your arm. Move it. Now."

Turnabout is fair play.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to take the register now, so shut up the lot of you. Oyama?"

"Here!"

"Tomo."

"Here Yukari-chan!"

"Yomi...Nyamo...Chiyo...Sakaki..." She continued down the register, before pausing and running her eyes back along the class. "Nyamo, what the hell are you doing in my class?"

The PE teacher smiled and waved her hand.
"Well, you thought you could just drop in on my PE group, so I thought fair's fair! Besides, I need to work on my English anyway..."

"Get out! Get out get out get out!"

"What? But-"

"I don't care what I did Nyamo, turnabout is not fair play!"

Real Reason.

"Okay Yukari. I admit it, that was a lie. I'm not really here to improve my English."

"Haha, thought as much! No PE teacher is going to go about improving their knowledge, that's for sure!"

"Ahem. Anyway, the reason I am here is because you have been ignoring me all lunchtime when I have been trying to give you this back."

"Ah! Is that? Could it be?"

"Yep. You left your wallet at my house the other day. Here. Take it."

"Yahoo! I thought I'd lost it! Thank you Nyamo!"

"Fine fine. Just get on with the lesson okay?" said the PE teacher, walking out the door.

"Hehe..." Yukari grinned as she opened the leather wallet, a grin that fell from her face faster than a chronically depressed lemming off a cliff near a camera man. "Goddamnit Nyamo, where's my twenty thousand yen?"

The class could hear vague responses about her spending it on the night's drinks, and even vaguer responses about how it was Nyamo's turn to pay. Chiyo was the one to vocalise their thoughts.

"She's forgotten us hasn't she?"