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Gym started, and the teacher called all of the students over to one area. You bend both knees upwards and hugged them towards your body, rocking slightly. You wished that it would already end—besides, you suck at gym and it was last period.

"Mr. Johnson's last period Earth Science class will now be sharing the gym with us, since he had a sudden fever."

Some people groaned. Some sighed. You closed your eyes and hoped time would fly. But then the gym fell silent. You felt eyes on you… again. Then, just without looking, you realized this was Alfred's class. But you decided that it wasn't, because he had always skipped classes with his friends. Sadly, fate just hated you so much that it decided to let Alfred not skip class—and you actually thought that optimism would win. Luck was never part of you anyways.

"Today, since we have so many students," the teacher said as the other class settled down.

"I will let you guys vote on a group activity. The following activities will be…"

You blocked out all sound from your ears and pondered off, thinking about that powerful feeling that you had tried describing about an hour-ago. Clueless? Closer. Much closer than hopeless… Perhaps strange? Yes, there was a synonym for this… a very good synonym….

"Dodgeball it is, then."

You whipped your head around the class, and realized that you were going to be in big trouble. Dodgeball gave you the worst elementary memories ever…

The game started, and you only had one way to play this game. Don't throw anything, and avoid getting hit. And since you had been paying attention very well, you managed to dodge 8 balls. Oh, and not to mention, you-know-who was on your team too. Then, you also realized that the 8 balls being thrown at you came from the same direction—the girl that had been part of the whole scene before math class. 9, 10, 11, all of the balls she threw became faster and harder. You can hear the large thump that hit the polished, wooden floor when you dodged each of the girl's balls. 12, 13… It kept going, and she left a small gap of time to collect 5 balls on the floor, ready hurl them at you as hard as you can. 14, 15, 16… By the 16th ball, you were completely horrified. You looked behind to see that 16th ball, bounce hard against the wall and back onto the floor, rolling across the field. Then, 17.

You realized you had been hit hard in the head by the last ball while you had looked at the 16th ball. Your temples were ready to burst because that ball had made you shift back and hit your head on the white, concrete wall. Once again, luck was up to no good.

"________, hey, ________!"

You heard that same voice again, calling your name. Your heart beat hard against your chest, but the pain in your head even beat that. A large, warm hand gently shook your shoulders, and you felt shadows above you. You blinked your eyes open. Your glasses. Your frame. They weren't there.