Koma-Alert || Komari and Antoinette
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While Antoinette had hoped that taking volleyball this year might get her out of the actual hell that was jogging around in these stupid gym uniforms, it had turned out that their teacher had other ideas--on some trail tiny, wooded trail no less. She might not have been happy about this, but Antoinette had always been of the belief that if youâre going to do anything, you had better do it right. So nary a complaint was heard from the blue haired princess each day as she changed and as she stretched. Over the school year thus far, she had gone from running with no form and trailing far behind, winded before theyâd made real progress to comfortably keeping up.
Despite her progress, mistakes still happened--today, for example, Antoinette had been so fixated on propelling herself forward and to the front of the crowd (because, whether the teacher admitted it or not, Antoinette saw this as a race) that she hadnât paid attention to the obstacles on the ground in front of her and managed to get her foot tangled up in a root, sending her crashing down to the ground with a yelp as she skidded her knees and palms against the pebbles and twigs littering the ground and smeared dirt across her front.
Most of her classmates didnât spare her so much as a glance as she attempted to pull her foot free, but she only froze in shock when a pair of girls actually laughed at her. Caught off guard, Antoinetteâs features softened and slackened in surprise. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath before forcefully yanking her foot out from the root with a sharp, hissing inhale of pain.
Even then, she was at another impasse--even touching her foot to the ground left her ankle throbbing and tears welling and it was when Antoinette was considering the implications (was she going to have to just sit here and wait until--if she did at all--their teacher noticed she was missing from class and sent someone to get her? What then?) when she heard approaching footsteps.
She sniffed harshly, hurrying to wipe at her eyes before the girl could catch her.
âDonât you have better things to do than gawk?â Antoinette snapped, expecting nothing but more laughterÂ






