Glurble Glurble Gym Sucks

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            I clung to the thick and coarse rope, gasping for breath.
            Oh my goodness I never realized how much I sucked at gym, I wheezed in my head. I would’ve shaken my head at myself, but I couldn’t. I was way too high off the ground. The scratchy rope was way too close to my face. This sucked way too much.
            “Is that as high as you can go?”
            I couldn’t hear Nelly snickering, but I knew she was. I knew she heard the gym teacher say that. I knew that everyone did. I shut my eyes tight and shouted back that yes, this was as high as I could go. Slowly, I began my uncomfortable descent back to Earth.
            On the ground, I rubbed my knees. They hurt. Very much. My legs were red, and my arms were itchy. It didn’t help that the teacher said I nearly flunked the test. I stretched out my back and made a face. Flunking was not my standard, but in this case it would have to do. I quickly headed back to the locker room.
            “Lila, you nearly–”
            “Shut up!”
            I locked myself in a bathroom stall to change and I heard my friend leaning against the other side.
            “–flunked it!”
            I grit my teeth as I listened to her laugh.
            “You know that I wonder daily why you’re my friend, right?”
            “So I’ve heard,” Nelly replied without quitting her laughter. “So I’ve heard.”
            “Well,” I huffed, “what did you get?”
            “Ninety-fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive,” she sang.
            “You’re good at everything, aren’t you?” I hissed, stepping out of the stall. I began counting on my fingers. “You’re in advanced math, advanced English, you get A’s in everything, you can run, you play the cello, you–”
            “Yeah, I’m pretty great for a sixth grader, huh,” Nelly sighed contentedly, blowing off my list. “Now put your gym clothes away and let’s go!”
            She patted my back, and I sighed. “Geh.”
            It’s not like she’s anything more than a sixth grader.

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            On the bus, I sulked by the window. At least I didn’t have homework. Now I planned to go eat ice cream all day.
            “You’re planning on eating ice cream all day, aren’t you,” Nelly deadpanned.
            I jumped a bit. I’d… kind of forgotten that she was there. Now I was remembering why she was my friend again.
            “…”
            “It’s just a fricking gym grade! Thus, it is not important.”
            “…”
            “Why is it getting to you so much, anyway? Is it that below your standard?”
            “…”
            “…what is your standard?”
            “…I just wanna go home and eat ice cream.”
            Nelly slapped her forehead. “I can see that I’m no help.”
            “Exactly,” I rested my head against the window.
            “…do you wanna go stalk an emo kid?”
            I looked at her, and she did the eyebrows thing. The creepy, creepy, effective eyebrows thing. I burst out laughing.
            “Yes,” she said in a dark voice, “yes, laugh my test gerbil, LAUGH...”
            “Heh,” I hiccupped, “what?”
            She looked surprised. “What? Nothing. What? What what?”
            I gave her a look, and we got off at our stop.