My happy ending~

Chapter 6

Schedule

Monday;

History -Mr.Nightmare

Math -Mr.Gaster

Lunchbreak

Art -Mr.Ink

P.E -Mr.Error

Biology -Mr.Sci

Club

Glitch's P.O.V (like usually)

Hey, look! I found the P.E class!! Yaay! I walk in, and went straight to the boys changing room. Or whatever it is called. My schedule says that my locker number for P.E stuff is....58. Okay. Now, where's 58........34.......46.....aha! 58. And my password, or whatever it is. Is the same that i have in the other locker. Okay, weird. So it's 4931. Now how did you open this again.....? Oh yeah. Now i remember. I type the code, or 'type' the code on the locker and open it. I put my backpack to the locker, and take my sport outfit out. Isn't it a little bit weird that they don't have a school uniforms, but they have uniforms for sports. But again....it can have some things to do with the girls outfit's. And enough of that, let's just put this stupid uniform on. (Imagine good enough uniform for them. I'm too lazy to put a picture about it right now.) I put the uniform on.....and it actually suits me. Geeze....how did they know my size? What a bunch of stalkers. I leave the locker room, or whatever it is, and sit on a bench, waiting for the class start. OH CRAP, OH CRAP, OH CRAP!! PJ....is in my class. So is CC, Fresh and......bunny. Why is CC in all of my classes?! Oh wait, there's Undyen too. Some random people. And a new skeleton...? He's as tall as PJ, maybe even taller. He has red scarf and back jacket with a.....skull on it....? He may be Goth, as Palette called him. I haven't seem him around, thought it's my first day, but i assume he's Goth. Fresh sits besides me on the bench.

"I d-didn't know you have the s-same class as i h-have." He says.

"I didn't know either." I reply. Then we just sat at an akward silence. I really have to broke this silence, too akward.

"Soooo....." I start, gaining Fresh's attention.

"Are you good at sports...?" I ask. He starts to.....laugh? Why would he laugh....? Okay, weird.

"Glitch, i'm nerd. No, i'm not good at sports. Are you?" He says/asks. Now it's my turn to laugh.

"Me? Good at sports? Pfft- no way. I'm bad at it. Like in most of the things. I just mess up everything." I say.

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. I'm sure your good at something." He answers. Really....? Does he really mean that....? I always mess things up. I'm not good at anything. Why would he think that....? We suddenly hear a loud whistle, making almost whole class jump out of their seats. Keyword; almost. Fresh and i stand up, walking infront of.....me. I'm honestly suprised no one has said anything about that we look almost the same. I mean, c'mon. The only difference is that i have golden tear marks, i'm shorter and i have lots of scars. Well, our outfit is different, but you got the idea.

"Alright maggots! 4 laps, GO!" Huh, he's voice isn't glitching, like mine is....or was. Everyone beguns to run 4 laps, so i went with them. Just 4, really? I though it would be much more, this isn't hard. Well....can't really blame them. They aren't immortal god's who have to run every day like your life depended on it. So yeah....can't blame them. I decided to run besides Fresh, 'cause why not. Like, i can go faster if i want, but i don't wanna leave Fresh alone running. So i'll run besides him.

"W-why ar-are you *huff* running with m-me...?" He asks. Okay, this is just awful. He talks while running, and doesn't breath in and out at nornal speed. Yea, no wonder that he's not really a runner.