Chapter 311 Dreadful PE Class
Mark's eyes shone brightly as he watched his classmates play.
"DID YOU SEE THAT, MARK?"
"YEAH! THAT WAS SUPER COOL!" He answered with brimming eyes.
"Aha!" Team A's leader turned towards the other team's leader, sneering. "Super cool, huh?"
"Don't get too proud. It's a draw for now. Since you scored on your own team before. Ah!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
The two, full of rage stared at one another for a bit, before towards,
"MARK! WHAT DO YOU THINK?" They shouted in unison.
The startled Mark remained silent for a couple of seconds, before breaking out in laughter.
"I think it was-"
The whistle blew, and the match continued.
Mark pressed his lips, unable to say his part.
He turned to his left.
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
"About... Did he score on his own team, or-"
"Don't know. Wasn't looking."
Mark frowned and turned away. n-/0vELBIn
'She so WAS looking though?!'
'Why is he asking me?!'
The irritation one felt for the other had only kept growing with every past week.
With every past PE class.
Turning away was the right thing to do.
After all, it only took a second for Mark to move.
The match was just too interesting!
Watching them play was just too interesting!
Watching them play is so much fun!
Imagine...
How fun would it be to actually be there with them?
Unfortunately, Mark's mood had taken an irreversible turn for the worse.
But it was a gradual change. Or rather, a feeling that was always there and that he couldn't really get rid of.
They were playing. And he was watching.
Still, his eyes glittered.
Win or lose, he didn't care.
Which side scored 7 seven goals and which one only scored 4, he didn't care.
"Nooo... We're behind!"
"We need to do something!"
"How do we come back from this??"
Since he wasn't in the game, since he didn't care about the result, all he was left with was...
"THAT WAS SO COOL MIA!"
"BUT I LOST THE BALL!!" The young girl had stopped running. She felt so sad and embarrassed she could cry.
"BUT IF IT HAD WORKED, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SUPER EXTRA COOL!! TO YOUR LEFT!"
The young Mia turned to her left, and took back the ball that had been stolen.
'Yes!!' Mark cheered internally.
He didn't care about the result, so all that was left were these little moments.
The bigger picture was thrown right out of his head.
The small, short, and intense one-on-one battles.
They were so much fun to see!
'What is he so excited about?' Ley asked herself as she rolled her eyes.
Truth be told, what Mia was trying to do wouldn't have been that cool.
The match wasn't as interesting as it seemed, hence why the PE teacher could frequently be found snoring.
But of course, that is to be expected.
Mia couldn't have or show extraordinary feats or skills. She was only six years old.
And so was Mark.
"RUN FASTER ELIOTT!!"
"I'M TRYINNNG!!"
Whistle-
The break started. And instead of collapsing on the ground as they usually did,
"MARK, WHAT DO YOU THINK..." They swarmed around him.
And Mark chuckled while doing his best not to upset anyone.
But eventually, the break was over. And they walked away.
Oh, how he felt as he stared at their backs moving further and further. How he felt as they walked away from him.
His gaze moved to his left.
And Ley became the subject of his frustration and irritation.
'Playing with them must be so much fun!! Getting to go in there, and play, and run... It looks so cool too! Mia was super cool this match. So was Elliott, he ran sooo fast at the end. And then Rin. Ha! He kept running and running but he never managed to take the ball back from Mia. It looks so fun. It is fun! It is fun... But mom won't let me play. Dad too. And the teacher listens to them. How can I play if they won't let me? I can't. I can't...'
The boy's mood had truly turned sour.
'I know I can't. But that makes it sooo annoying! So annoying!' His eyes shot dagger at the young girl seated to his left. 'How can she always refuse to play? She says she's tired but she always runs around. ALWAYS RUNNING EXCEPT NOW!! EXCEPT WHEN RUNNING WOULD BE THE MOST FUN!! How can she throw that away every time...? Ugh! I hate that! I hate her!!'
And as Mark was fuming, the whispers Ley had heard earlier were still haunting her.
I hope she leaves again-
Yeah, she can't even play-
It's so much better without her-
Did you see her last time-
Hahahaha-
She stepped on the ball and fell-
Hahahaha-
I seriously-
I seriously-
Don't want her on my team-
No matter how much she argued with her parents,
It's important that you play with them-
Getting along with other kids is important-
BUT I GET ALONG WITH THEM FINE, IT'S WHEN WE'RE PLAYING THAT-
Every week, no.
Every day, she started dreading that class.
The PE class during which all her friends turn against her.
IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I HAVEN'T LEARNED TO PLAY FOOTBALL-
IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I GET SCARED WHENEVER SOMEONES KICKS THE BALL-
WHY-
WHY ARE THEY LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT-
It's better without her-
Hope the teacher doesn't put her in the same team as me-
I KNOW HOW TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL-
I'M GREAT AT VOLLEYBALL-
DO YOU KNOW HOW TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL-
YOU DON'T-
I'M BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU AT VOLLEYBALL-
SO WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE THIS STUPID GAME-
The young girl felt so lonely she could die.
And there he was, at her right.
Every time, he is excused by the teacher.
Every time, they cheer, wave, and feel sad about him leaving.
And right after that,
Football is the game for this trimester-
They all turn towards me.
All of them at once.
And I can feel it.
They all want me gone.
So I leave.
And when I don't, it's even worse.
We're supposed to be a team.
But even when I'm there, it's as if I'm not.
They won't listen to me.
They won't pass to me.
As if I'm not there.
WHY WON'T THEY PASS TO ME-
I'M ON THEIR TEAM TOO-
Ley turned to her right, frowning.
The young Mark stared, frowning.
'Tsk. I hate you!'
"Ley," The teacher called out suddenly. "You're subbing in for Pedra."
'You have no idea how lucky you are...'
The two looked away at once, and Ley stood up. Because she had no other choice.
'That you don't have to play.'
'That you get to play.'
