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Post by ivy on Apr 13, 2013 15:12:13 GMT -5
Ivy flipped the bird almost like a habit in three years. And now she was paying for it dearly. Grounded for two months, no phone no computer and no leaving the house outside of school. As she sat in third hour, her mind swerved over skipping out during fourth, P.E. The coach wouldn't care anyway, he didn't like Ivy's 'attitude'. She rolled her eyes thinking about it and tapped her pencil on the desk. This earned her several aggravated glares and a few 'shut up's. Thankfully, there was not even five minutes left of class. Ivy threw her ebony hair up into a bun and stood up, gathering her things. Right as she zipped her bag, the buzzing that announced the end of torture sounded. She flounced out of American Lit and started the long walk towards the gym. There was already several small crowds of kids clustered along the benches. Her eyes roved for a spot and she found an empty one along the bottom row. Once seated, she leaned against the wall and dug around for her phone, tsk tsk, and put on her ear buds, starting a chorus of voices. Ten minutes passed and the coach still wasn't there. Ivy pulled her knees to her chest and looked around. Twenty-five, no coach. She played with the camera necklace at her throat and glanced around again. Maybe skipping wouldn't be so hard. Ivy stood up, grabbed her back and started to stride from the door. "Miss. Ghist? Where are you going so early?" [/i] She stopped at the gravely voice and turned around to face the coach. His glaring eyes peered down at her. Ivy frowned and pushed her way past him, plopping back down where she was, leaning on the wall and crossing her legs. Everyone was stealing glances at her. She narrowed her eyes a kid she'd never seen before, a freshman probably, and she quickly moved away from Ivy. Sighing, she put her elbows on her knees and leaned forward. Her baggy shirt offered some relief from the muggy air in the gym. [/center][/size][/font] [/size] [/size] [/size] |
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Post by liam on Apr 13, 2013 15:37:38 GMT -5
I'd already pakced up all my stuff and had on my black and red Adidas bookbag, gym bag held in my hands to swing it up over my head and on top of the other as the bell rang. Soon it did and I stood, slinging it over and -thankfully- not hitting anyone with it as I did so. I was the first out the door of my calculus class and started towards the gym. I sit on one of the benches outside the locker room and soon the tardy bell rings and we all get up and go in to dress out.
-lalala, stripping, lalala put on clothes-
I'm soon sitting abck outside the locker room again, gym shorts and tight black tank top on. "Today we're going into the gym." Coach Malone says and we all stand, pushing to get into the equiptment room. I grab a football and Brandon tags along beside me. We're the first out and are about to start across the gym when Mr. Lewis' voice reaches my ears. "Cared to show up today, Liam?" he asks, looking at me.
I grin lopsidedly at him, shrugging my muscular shoulders slightly before turning and jogging to catch up with Brandon, who was waiting for me. I fling the football at him and he easily catches it.
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Post by ivy on Apr 13, 2013 15:54:53 GMT -5
Ivy had dreaded every minute of P.E., but when she had to dress out it was horrible. Coach Lewis barked at all the kids to go chance. Ivy stalked off to a remote bathroom and shuffled on her short black board shorts and a dark blue tank top. The coach didn't say anything about her DC high-tops, so she left them on and walked out to the gym Ladies and gentleman, today we'll be doing some volleyball. Ivy, captain and Louise, captain." Ivy crossed her arms and glared at Coach Lewis as he stalked past him to the captain spot on her side of the team, setter. Louise rolled her eyes and gestured back towards the crowd of students. "We'll be lucky if either of us gets a good player." Nodding in agreement, Ivy jumped up and touched the top of the net to high-five with Louise, a Coach Lewis fame action. She didn't know why he had the two captains do it, good luck maybe. But as the kids were sorted onto teams, Ivy quickly realized she would have no good luck. The first ball was served and it was passed back to her from the other side. They didn't even follow the pass-set-hit routine. Ivy growled and slammed the ball down on the other side of the net, shouting at her team to play right. After two more harsh spikes, Coach Lewis called Ivy out. She stood in front of him, panting, as he told her she should sit out for a bit, grab a jump rope or something. Ivy got a jump rope and stood off to the side of the court, holding the rope limply. She didn't feel like jumping. |
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Post by liam on Apr 13, 2013 16:10:35 GMT -5
I glance over as the gym class leaves to dress out, my eyes falling on a girl with black hair and two tattoos that were made obvious by the sleeveless and slightly slow-cut shirt she wore. I look back just in time to catch the football that was hurtling towards my head. "Hey, man, let's play basketball." Brandon calls and I nod. Mr. Lewis had just called out that the gym class was going to play volleyball, anyway, and we were in the way.
I chuck the football into the bleachers and follow him over to where some of the others from the weight lifting class were gathering to play basketball, getting into teams. I get put on the opposite team of Brandon and glance over as they come back in. Ivy, that was her name, was a captain, apparently. I absentmindedly wonder what grade the gym class was. If my memory served correctly, it was Juniors.
The game soon starts and I'm passed the ball, dribbling off to the side before passing it to Kyle, who was on my team. He shoots and it cleanly goes in and we high five happily, chuckling at our quick success.
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Post by ivy on Apr 15, 2013 20:20:53 GMT -5
Ivy kept her eyes on the game. The volleyball never went back to the set passers, it was always between the hitters and Louise. Soon she got bored and watched the basketball players. One, who she'd caught looking at her earlier, passed a shot. She turned her head to the side and watched a little more before walking over and plastering a innocent smile on her face. Truthfully she killed at basketball, in a good way. "Mind if I join you guys?" Ivy asked, putting her hands on her curvy hips. Other than volleyball, basketball was her match-made-in-heaven sport. Behind her she vaguely heard Coach Lewis tell the girls to get their head out of their asses. She gave a smile at the comment but focused her attention back to the blondish boy in front of her. Yea, it wouldn't be to bad to show them how well she could play. Him, especially. Ivy hushed her thoughts before they got to out of hand. |
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Post by liam on Apr 15, 2013 20:29:57 GMT -5
I stand off to the side, my hazel eyes following the ball as it shot through the air before Brandon shot it up, the thunk of a brick soon reaching my ears. I shake my head slightly- he always had sucked at basketball. I look over as the black haired girl comes over, a smile on her face. Unconsciously, a smirk pulls across my mouth and I nod. "Sure." I reply, gesturing towards the game for her.
In the background, I catch some murmurs of stuff like 'First day here in a year and the girl goes for him'. I mentally roll my eyes, flipping my blandish hair out of my face. they were just jealous- it was obvious. "Which team needs another member?" I ask, turning back towards the others. Brandon makes a show of looking around and counting out loud before an unsatisfied frown quirks down the corners of his mouth, obviously unhappy at the outcome. "Your's." he replies, shrugging as if it didn't matter. Liam-1, Fate-1000.
"Looks like you're on my team, then. Liam." I say, adding my name on to the end as an afterthought.
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