Thread: Running Brings Freedom (Frelance & Frogger)

Mr. Davis finished writing his name on the board, and turned around to face the class. Being a large, broad man of forty-something years, not to mention a gym teacher of all things, well life did not prove it to be kind. Where years ago was a head full of hair, rich and dark brown, was now bald on top, with only hair right above his ears. His eyes, however, could not have changed much. Bright and full of a youthful light, the blue pair jumped from one person to the next, his big, meaty hands rubbing together as he did so. His chest expanded with an inhale, collapsing whenever he released that breath. Alright, class, as most of you already know, my name is Mr. Davis. I teach Physical Education. During the first portion of the year, you will be learning what is best for your bodies in this classroom. In the second half, we will be out in the gymnasium, playing group sports. Sounds easy enough, right? With a chuckle, Mr. Davis began moving back and forth in front of the blackboard, arms crossed. Of course while in this classroom, there will be quizzes, homework and tests but during the second half of the year, all I ask for is participation. You got it? A few students rolled their eyes, however, it seems like everyone got the point. Hands rubbing together, Mr. Davis began his pacing again obviously taking this moment to compose himself. While he is an amazing coach, a coach within four walls and a blackboard behind him is basically useless or so it seems. Now then aside from the quizzes, homework, tests there is a group project. Just one, but it does count for twenty-five percent of your overall grade. It wont be due until the last month of classes, but I do suggest not turning it in late. Mr. Davis gave an awkward laugh and when he wasnt met with laughter, he cleared his throat and continued on. Its a real simple project, folks. That said, Mr. Davis came to a still, hands spreading out to emphasize his point. You are to look back over your years in highschool and reflect on what you would do differently as well as what you would not change about your time here. Sounds easy enough, in Lilys opinion. Having been met with silence, Mr. Davis continued ranting on and on about the importance of teamwork, hard work and who knows what else, Lilys gaze drifted elsewhere taking in familiar faces and not, making note of little differences that sort of thing. The first couple of days are always the most boring, what with going over rules, what materials are needed and blah, blah, blah wait, did she say a few days? It nearly lasts a week, depending on what teacher is doing the talking... Lily let her mind wander to other things, tuning out the lecture while she thought of what lies ahead for this school year. Much of it will be the same, that much she knows for sure... homework, unnecessary drama, teenage hormones... but what else lies in store for her? Chuckling softly under her breath, Lily tore a small piece of paper out of a notebook, mindful not to make any noise meanwhile. Once she found a pencil, Lily forced her gaze onto the gym coach, acting as if paying attention. Of course that was the farthest from the truth... but Mr. Davis doesn't have to know that, does he? So hey, if you're not the type of person who joins clubs or sports, what fills your spare time? Lily wrote in her neat, elegant script, folding the paper four times until it was just a tiny square. When opportunity struke, she tossed it over his shoulder, and pretended that nothing happened.