I sat, my foot tapping against the floor. My green gaze was stuck to the clock as it ticked on. "come on! Come on!!" I muttered. I hated waiting, I was so impatient. I was the one who was always stubborn in my family. Sitting back in my chair, I looked around. Some kids were reading, boring. A few kids were twiddling with their pencils, and the rest were starring at the ceiling, the wall, of the clock. I looked at my desk, obviously worn from over the years, there were pencil markings in it. One red: "Hey Andrea, did u know that Alex likes Amanda?!". This was from many years ago. How could I tell? Well, there is no Andrea, Alex, of Amanda in my grade of the grade above. These names were old and worn. My stomach growled and my impatience worsened. Slightly annoyed I looked at my teacher. Miss. Green. She had curly brown hair with very sharp blue eyes. She was never my favoriete teacher. She was always mean me, it was like a rivalry, but for what? Any way, I clenched my pencil in my hand and started examining it. It was slightly carved in, with many tiny markings. Hopefully those markings were not bite marks. Dropping the pencil, I could hear footsteps outside. I glanced at my teacher who was starring at me sharply. Was she keeping me to torture me? finally she zei "okay class dismissed". I took up my binder and ran out of class, ready for lunch,
The rest of the dag was okay, until it was gym time. I rolled my eyes, my gym teacher was...weird. I walked into the gym. The floor was squeaky clean, a metal bench sat to my left, and a water fontein to my right. I sat down. "okay class!" my teacher said. "today, we will be playing Basketball, I will spleet, split u into teams". She spleet, split me with these weird group of smelly boys who had no idea how to hold a basketball, then a girl who never talked. While the other team had all the basketbal plays, tall, broad boys, and very hard looking girls. "okay Breeze u jump" my teacher growled to me. A 5 foot 6 kid came up to jump. He was tall, yes. But his eyes seemed to glitter, why? The gym teacher threw the ball in the air, and he hit it back easily. It went to one of his friends.a little shorter, but, a master at basketball. He threw the ball between his legs and ran right past one of the boys, busy picking his nose. My light brown hair swirled as I knocked the ball out of his hand and ran up the court. A girl came and blocked my shot. Why was I put on such a ridiculous team? Suddenly I felt as if I were being shoved, and I fell. I fell flat on my face. A whistle blew, symbolizing a penalty. But something felt wrong. I got up, and a gasp came from someone. I looked at them, wondering what was going on, then I realized... I had broken something!
It's nothing on her face, she just landed weird