Sports Day

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice as much as I wish I did.

Today was the day – sports day.

Wally used to hate sports day. It was all to do with whether you were good at P.E, which Wally wasn't. He'd often been the slowest, the one who never got passed balls or the one who couldn't catch.

Then Wally became Kid Flash. He spent all his free time with the team out on missions running around in tight fitting spandex.

After a few weeks they were told sports day would be held the next Tuesday. Wally then realised he may win some of the races and not be marked as a loser. But then it was ruined because of common sense.

He and the team had been lazing around in the mountain after a mission. It was supposed to be a simple covert mission but you know how it goes with the team. They finally got back to the mountain and just decided to sit.

Wally had mentioned excitedly that in two days' time his school would be having sports day but of course he had to explain it to M'gann and Conner. Then obviously Artemis would have to come along and spoil it.

"You know Baywatch, you won't win any races," she had told him whilst flicking through a magazine.

"I'm a hundred times faster than you Arty. Why wouldn't I win?" Wally argued.

"Without super speed I bet you're like a sloth – if you start running around faster than your usual pace people will start linking your bright red hair and faster reflexes with Kid Flash. That will be the end of your superhero career." Artemis had said casually.

So that Tuesday morning he walked through the big black gates of Central City High wearing his white P.E shirt with black shorts.

He tried to look happy as he walked towards his form room to sign in and then to the field for his first activity, but he wasn't.

Having tug of war first he didn't have to do much acting seeing as he wasn't exactly the strongest person in the world. Even when he was trying his hardest along with the rest of their team they still didn't win.

After that there was a quick break and then bench ball. Why Wally signed up for tug of war and bench ball he had no idea. Bench ball basically consisted of throwing balls and catching balls. He could neither throw nor catch balls very well.

In the end even though the sport was supposed to be bench ball for Wally it was more like dodge ball. Everyone ended up aiming the balls at him and the only way he'd be able to dodge was if he used his super speed which would've given away his secret identity. None of the teachers even said anything about it though so Wally just gave up and tried shielding himself the best he could. At least the bruises will fade was the only positive thought he could make from it.

After that nightmare had ended it was lunchtime (#bestmealoftheday) where Wally could just sit and eat before the running.

Walking into the boiling outdoors he lined up for the running. Wally was going to be in the 5th race. Basically the whole class would line up and then they'd race around the field once. You got more points for coming in a higher place and the points were for your house which in total led to there being a winning house. Wally's house, Newton, often came near first place but hardly ever won.

Finally when it came to his turn, he got into a starting position like the rest of his class and when the whistle blew he was off. And by off he meant jogging lightly in line with the slowest people in his class. Reaching the finish line he collected his bag to watch the last of the races. The results came soon after and guess where Newton came? 2nd place – by one point, meaning if he would've over took one more person they could've won. Just his luck.

Well at least there's next year. Oh wait is that good or bad?

A/N – I wrote this after my sports day at school last year but it wasn't the best day of school seeing as I'm not very good at P.E nor do I like it that much. Literally, I've had this for like a year but here it is, late. What did you expect? Anyway I hope you liked this, please review, follow and favourite.

~a-halfblood-with-attitude