Physical Education - Troyler
It's my sophomore year, and I have all the classes I want. Well, except one. Physical Education. I just don't get the point of me taking the class. Everyone already knows I'm the least athletic person on the earth.
I'm walking to the field for my first class of physical education. I hate it already. Oh wait, maybe there's a chance of making it through this class. With light blonde hair, a short body, cute glasses, an adorable face, the most hilarious laugh, and an intriguing personality, the new physical education teacher, Mr. Oakley, was my definition of perfection. Now I just have to try and not fail this year.