The morning went by quickly in my perspective. My last class before lunch is P.E.
As soon as I entered the gym I felt my stomach twist into knots. The court was set up for dodge ball. Lucky for me, I’m skilled in dodge ball. Unlucky for everyone else, I had the upper hand. I had stealth and accuracy on my side.
“Let’s go! Everyone get in a line. I’m going to split everyone into two teams.” Coach Myers called out. Everyone in the gym scrambled into a sloppy “straight” line along the base of the bleachers. “Parker” Her loud voice boomed. “Get down here.” I turned around to see Peter sitting at the top of the bleachers. I hadn’t seen him there when I first came into the gymnasium.
“I think I’ll sit this one out coach! I have a bad… ugh… knee, it really hurts!” Peter attempted at an excuse.
“Boohoo! I saw you in the hallway this morning and you looked absolutely fine! Now get down here.”
Peter finally gave in and made his way down the bleachers, joining the line beside me at the end.
“Good luck.” Peter leaned over and whispered to me.
“1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2…” Myers called off. “1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2…” She finally got to me at the very end of the line. “2.”
I leaned back over to Peter, “Dido.” I responded.
“Alright, 1′s one the left, 2′s on the right. LET’S GO!”
Peter gave me a quick thumbs up before retreating to the left court while I strode over to right court.
“On my whistle, you run to the balls. Ready?” Her whistle twilled and all of the boys plus me and a couple of the girls ran for the center, attempting to grab a ball. I grabbed one, took a few steps back, chose a target, aim, swoosh. A girl from the other team walked out of the court to the benches.
A ball came flying through the air towards me. Catch. Another person out. Aim, swoosh, through the air. Another player off the court. I heard another swoosh and a ball came flying toward me. Low. Jump.
Kid after kid, the teams dwindled down to just a few kids each. Team one, three players left.Team two, two players left. Swoosh.Team one, two players left. Swoosh. Team two, one player left, me. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Both teams were now tied.
“Okay drop the balls. Put em back in the center.” With the help of a few other kids, we put all the balls back on the center line, preparing for the “death match”. “Team one, Peter Parker. team two, Emily Winfield. On my whistle, you play. Ready?” Tweeeeeeet!
Peter and I both ran for the center. Our fellow team mates cheering us on.
“Parker! Parker! Parker!”
“Emily! Go! Emily! You got this! Girl Power!”
I grabbed a ball and ran a few steps back, never turning my back to Peter. I didn’t know what tricks he had up his sleeve to get him this far into the game. He didn’t exactly seem like the physical sports type of person. Peter had revealed himself to be a total nerd (IN a good way!) so when I found out I was going to be against him in the final round, I din’t expect him to dominate!
I threw my ball. Swoosh. Miss. He throws his ball. Swoosh. Miss.
This went on for a while until he finally caught one of my balls while it was in the air.
The gym roared in yelling. Our team mates came over, congratulating us on our jobs well done.
Once everyone calmed down some, Peter and I found each other to congratulate the other person.
“Good job Parker. I didn’t know you had that in you.” He shook my out stretched hand for the millionth time that day.
“Same to you. You have some serious skill out there.” He didn’t seem very surprised.
“Thank you.” He let go of my hand as a few guys slapped him on the back and patted him on the head in that guyish way.
“So do you possibly want to sit with me for lunch, I usually eat alone. I have this cool little spot that is rather secluded-” I gave him a weird look when he said secluded. “Like… it’s… I think you’ll like it.” I laughed as he got all flustered.
‘Don’t worry Peter. I would love to sit with you at lunch.” I responded.
“Okay cool.” He did some type of weird clap thing with his hands. “So how about after you get your lunch, I’ll come find you?”
I agreed then went off to quickly get changed out of my gym clothes in the locker room before I got lunch.
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