What We Did in Gym Class

-15

"What the hell are you doing back here? Come on. We're playing badminton." I shake my head at my sister's words and hug my legs tighter so my chin is buried between my knees.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm good. I'm fine," I try to tell her, "I'll just stay here."

"Behind the gym? No, come on. You're being ridiculous. Get off your ass and let's play." She clasps her hand around my wrist in attempt to pull me up from the dirt ground and into the gym where death awaits me in the form of Tim and Macy.

"No!" I say assertively, jerking my limb back and away from my sister.

"Why not?" She kneels in front of me, getting her eyes to meet with mine as she takes in the fact that I'm being serious.

And then I tell her.

I tell her what happened in gym class.