Chapter 5: When he's in P.E.

After what seemed to be a million years, Math class came to a close. Bowl, Ninten, Claus, and myself met up outside of the English room to walk to the gym.

"How was Math?" Bowl asks. He had just came out of Social Studies.

"It was LONG!" I scream. "I never want to square root any number again!"

"That sounds about right!" Claus says as we open the door to the gym. We walk into the locker room to change into our gym clothes.

"I don't want to wear these ugly clothes!" Bowl says as he opens his gym locker.

"Shutup!" I screech. "You're not Paris Hilton!"

"I can if I want to!" Bowl remarks.

"Why would you want to, exactly?" I question

"Why not!?" he says as he runs to a stall to change.

~ONE OUTFIT CHANGE LATER~

We all run out into the gym and sit down in our assigned spots. Ninten, Claus, and I all sit next to each other. Bowl sits on the opposite end of the gym, poor young lad. After a two-minuet discussion about french fries, Coach Raughten (yes, that is her name) blew the whistle that meant " class has started you nuts."

"Alright guys, stay at a level zero..." Coach says.

"Frigin level zero..." Ninten yells. "I DON'T FOLLOW ORDERS!" Coach gives him a death glare, and Ninten immediately shuts up.

"Okay, start your warmup...please." Coach says as she sits down at the front table, she seems to be extremely frustrated.

When she says "warmup," she basically means run around the perimeter of the gym. After the warmup, we partner up and do pushups, my partner is always Claus. Claus lays on his belly, and I prepare to count.

"One...two...three...four." I shout. "Hey! That's three more than you did yesterday!"

"What a milestone!" Claus says sarcastically. I then get into position, and Claus counts to twenty-seven.

"What the hay!" Claus screeches. "How are you so good at this!?"

"Its called exercise." I explain.

"Oh." Claus says. He face-palms himself as Coach blows the whistle for basketball.I grab a basketball, and meet Claus and Bowl in a corner. I didn't feel like shooting the ball, so we practice passing. Claus throws the ball at Bowl, and he misses it. It rolls to where the jocks play.

"Dangit Claus, you had to throw it towards the cool kids!" I say.

"Hey, it's not my fault!" Claus exclaims. "Bowl didn't catch it." After a five-minuet debate, one of the jocks throws the ball back to us.

''Um...thanks guys!" Bowl yells as he passes the ball to me.

"DON'T TALK TO THEM!" Claus whispers. "WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FOLLOWERS ON INSTAGRAM!" We nearly die of laughter. After ten more minuets of passing the ball, Coach blows the whistle that means ''go change.''

"Finally, out of those nasty clothes!" Bowl says in relief.

"Good for you Dolly Parton!" I say as I put my clothes in my bell then rings, and with Claus at my side, we head to our next class.