Hard Time
Mituna just finished with fourth period, and his next period was P.E., which of course, he didn't participate in with asthma and such. But he was walking there to hang out, and watch to see what they would be doing. He sat in a space of one of the bleachers in the gym, setting his backpack aside and watching everyone huddle to the teacher, which happened to b a substitute.
He saw the woman, who seemed to be older, look at Mituna, and motion for him to come over. So he did, standing and slowly making his way to the teacher.
"What do you think you're doing? This isn't rest-time, son. You need to participate with the whole class." She spoke.
Mituna frowned. What? No... He can't do P.E. He'll pass out if he runs five feet. Okay, maybe not five feet, but his asthma was terribly bad. The boy looked at the students circled around them, seeing weird expressions. He turned back to the teacher, and opened his mouth to speak.
"I.. Uh.. I'm not supposed to do that." He said.
The teacher frowned. "You're no different than anyone else! give me ten laps around the gym in ten minutes! Or it's detention!" She shouted, making Mituna wince.
No. He couldn't do that. But the teacher was so threatening. So the Captor just slightly nodded and began to jog, in his uniform, around the large, full-sized gym. Within one lap, he was panting pretty heavily, his eyes half-lidded as he started to slow down. Then he heard the woman shouting him to run, so he tried his hardest to go faster.
By the second lap, he looked at the students, watching them play a game of basketball. Mituna was breathing very heavy now, and stopped, bending over and placing his hands on his knees, wheezing from exhaustion. He was sweating, his chest heaving for breath. That was only two laps..
He looked up to see the substitute walking angrily over to himself.
