Chapter 2: Track and Field
Uggh… I couldn’t figure out what that smell was. It wasn’t from hygiene; I know what that smells like. This was worse. A lot worse. I ignored it the best I could, and silently worked the whole hour. When the bell rung, I eagerly left to go to my next class.
During lunch, I sat by myself. I silently ate my pizza, when I felt something fly right at me. Instinctively, I smacked it back towards the direction it came from, knocking the cheerleader onto the floor. I got up, and marched over there.
“I’ll make it known I will have no bullcrap like that, AT ALL. Do we understand each other? I don’t want to hear from you again.” She silently nods, as the cafeteria is stunned in silence. Cursing under my breath, I stalked back to my seat and quietly finished my food, then left. The rest of the day, up till track, was pretty uneventful.
I answered a few questions on a form, then sat on the bleachers in the gym, waiting for something to actually happen. A rather typical muscle head guy starts walking up towards, me, and I already can see what’s coming, so I prepare myself and ball my hands into lethal fists. I can tell he’s quite angry.
“I heard you beat up on my girlfriend, you stupid or something?” I give him a lethal glare; while everyone else stops and some are snickering. At me. It was going to be so ironic how this would actually turn out, and the boy didn’t even know it yet.
“No, I’m not stupid. Perfectly honest, I don’t think you should be so reckless as to get involved with someone you have no knowledge of.”
He gets really angry.
“Your stupid bitch!!” He roars, and then swings his arm in a wide arc. Three strikes and you’re out. Now I’m going to have to be un ladylike, and that won’t be fun. For him. Just as he’s about to hit me, I knee him right in the groin, and then deliver a swift karate chop to the neck, and he’s down and out. I sigh. Well, he’s going to be in pain in the morning… literally.
The whole class is stunned. No kidding. Marilene looks at me.
“Since when were you so awesome?” I laugh, and replied,
“Since I learned every martial arts there is from my tribe, since I was a year old. I’m not kidding. We are taught to deal with sexist men like they should be. Like him.” And then, it was time to run. And if there is another thing I love doing besides practicing martial arts, its running. It’s my favorite activity.
“Since when are you an Olympic runner?!” Marilene exclaims by the end of the session.
I laugh. “It’s the only real exciting thing to do in our villages, aside from soccer, which I’m awesome at playing.” She whistles.
“I bet you don’t have a lot of obese people in your tribe do you?” She says, wide eyed.
“Not really,” I reply. I notice a guy walking up to me. Uh oh. More masculine driven idiots going to try to pummel me? Badly I might add? No. He’s smiling at me. I get nervous. I never really hang out with guys, much less with guys like THIS guy. He was pale, with soft wavy brown hair, lovely amber eyes, and his teeth! They were like pearls, not a spot of plaque to be seen! They were spotless, and literally seemed to shine, they seemed so clean. I blinked, not sure what was going on.
Marilene giggles. “I think Thomas likes you.” I glance at her.
“Is that his name? If it is, it’s a lovely name.” She giggles again.
“All the girls here idolize him. He never really hangs out with anyone except a few guys, and even then he doesn’t hang with them too much. He’s the most popular guy, and he doesn’t even go to any sports. He keeps all to himself.” I blink. So the most popular, idolize guy was smiling at me, my friend was pretty sure he likes, me, and not anyone else. I glance at the other girls. I can already tell that although romantically, it might be a good thing, but bad because every girl might start hating my guts.
And what’s worse, that smell is back. And it’s driving me crazy. Once the bell rings to dismiss us, I eagerly begin running home to tell my mom and dad about my day.