Gym class was never my strong subject. This Is 7th grade now, there is no more messing around, I am in middle school. Finding the locker rooms was its own challenge, and I'm surprised I found it at all. There are 2 gym teachers at this crappy school, the boy and the girl. One per side of the gym. I practically lunge into the locker rooms like a tornando or something and slip into the last stall. I change quickly, disgusted by my own body I look away. I hate myself sometimes. Some girls have no sanity at all, and all I can hear is screaming. I swear its like they are getting murdered. They are extremely annoying so I stay put kicking at the wall in till the bell rings. Did I mention this school is crappy? Well it is considering I almost break a stone step while walking to the gym. The heat is terrible, and just when I thought I was safe, we go outside to run laps. We line up none knows what there doing but the gym teacher blows his whistle and we all start running. I don't even know where I'm going but I sprint ahead and run for like two minutes in till I get to the start and I plop down next to thousands of rocks across from this girl. We just look at each other for a while and without thinking I say " running is hard ". She just looks at me like i am some kind of monster and says " yeah I hate it ". I sit there staring at the ground and I ask what school she went to goes to. She tells me then tells me about this bizzar story about her neighbor and Chinese food. When we finally got deep into our conversation this bitch teacher waddles over and screams " Go to your station and do your work!" And all I do I laugh cuz gym isn't work. Im surprised that lion bitch didn't bite my head off. As I walk to my side of the gym i turned around to see her smile at me. I smiled back. I finally made a friend myself, and that feels pretty good.
