Shoes

Shoes

The other day in physical education, one of my friends wasn’t wearing his shoes during warm-up. The teacher (a sexist and arrogant asshole) called us to try to teach us something about badminton, he noticed that my friend wasn’ t wearing shoes. He asked why and my friend told him that he felt more comfortable for the warm-up and that it allows him to be more performant. My teacher asked for an exemple in sports where people do that and my dumb ass friend obviously told him, like the genius he is, that some people in Kenya train for marathon shoes-less. Long story short, they argued a little, but my teacher eventually made my friend shut up and the class went on.

Eventually, the teacher was playing games against two students and he wasn’t able to reach back enough to catch the birdie and the opposite team got the point.

And that’s were my dumb friend comes in. He screamed:

‘Maybe if you weren’t wearing shoes, you would have caught the lil birdie.’

The teacher ignored him, but now I’m pretty sure that my teacher hates my friend.

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‘You shouldn’t do... that...’ I started as the new girl started conjuring... something green with her hands.

She fell to the ground and she hit her head on the metal toilet when she receives electric shocks. I looked at her, lying on the ground and holding her head, I took a deep breath in and got up from the bed. I knelt beside her and I took her face in my hands.

‘Are you okay?‘ I asked.

She grabbed my wrists, most likely surprised. At first, I was sure that she would push me away, but she didn’t and I could look at her small wound on her forehead.

‘That was dumb, I sure hope that you know that.’ I told her.

She didn’t answer anything, she only lifted her eyebrows, most likely repressing a sarcastic comment. I stood up when I assumed that she would be okay. Smiling at her, I flipped my hair behind my shoulder and proposed her my hand so help her get up. But she ignored it and her eyes fell on my neck, noticing for the first time the same little machine that she has around her own neck.

‘Are you a mutant too.‘ She asked.

‘Nah... I just like the fucking neck-cage.’ I answered and I winked.

She smiled at me, sending me a knowing look.