The Goal Is To Be The Best

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Alright, in P.E. you got your main groups. The Players, The Pervs, The Perfects, The Soon-To-Be-Dropouts, and my group, The Undecided.

So lets focus on the Players.  Here stand the girls who can get a partner in under 50 seconds. Believe me on this one, I timed it once. They have butchered the sweat clothes into feminine styles by cutting them and hemming the shorts even shorter. Masters of flirtation and social customs, they woo any girl deemed attractive. Mainly these attractive girls are in the Perfects group.

The Perfects. Prettiest, most intelligent and athletic girls in the school. They will grow up to be the chosen ones to procreate with the eligible boys. For right now, they usually can be found under the arm of a Player. The outfit for them is pulling up their shorts and skirts until they are almost non-existent and cutting the shirts to show off their tan, flat stomachs. Its almost as if they want the Pervs to look.

Speak of the Devil and she shall appear. Here walks Sage, Queen Perv, Bitch McBitchface, The Holy Grail of Whores, I could go on for days with these names. My point remains the same though, all of them are bad news. Sluts for days, they will sleep with any girl who suggests it. They can only talk in sex jokes and communicating with them is like speaking a repulsive, disturbing language. They taunt the dropouts with promises of piercings and tattoos for a night with them, to no avail every time.

Now move your eye to the left corner of the gym, far from any door. The black pit, it is commonly known as. The Soon-To-Be-Dropouts have died their sweat clothes black and have so many tattoos and piercings that it had turned that corner into an absence of color itself. I'm going to be blunt here 'Dropout' means killed off by the world government.

  Law of the New Order #45: "If a person strays to far from the natural conformant of society then said person will be taken from society as not to be an influence on the next generation."

Some of them are not so bad though. I briefly dated Cas from that group and she introduced me to a new kind of music and style that was very eye opening. The tracks she had me listen to were at least 50 years old, from 2005ish. They had an eye opening view on society and they were sung by boys, some of them looked like girls though. I have a few stored in a safe place to listen to when I'm down, who knew love and screaming could go so well together?

My friends and group, The Undecided. Everyone knows what group they will eventually go into, Elizabeth will become a Perfect, but aren't ready to go just yet. I feel as if I am truly Undecided. None of the groups call to me as I look around the gym and none of them seem more attractive than the other, just a flat line.

"May? May? May? Heeelllooooo?" Elizabeth waved her hand in front of my face, "We have to go run now, its still school daydreamer."

"Yeah. Yeah. I know," I jogged out the gym and over to the track, "So who was that new chick you introduced me to?"

She followed me, "Her name was Julie, she could have been super adorable with you if you didn't keep daydreaming about whatever you daydream about." She waved her hand in dismissal, "Oh well, I will find you a match one of these days."

"ALRIGHT LADIES! MILE DAY! GO!" Coach yelled. She started the timer as everyone sprinted off. I could keep my pace in the front of the middle timed runners and the back of the Perfects. I was on my own a lot for Elizabeth went and kept pace with the front running athletes. My hair swayed as I kept time to a song in my head with my feet. Da De, left foot, Da Da Da, right foot, Da De Da De Da, left foot. Its quite an efficient way to keep a steady pace. I finished the mile in one and a half repeats of the song, 7:00 minutes exactly. Elizabeth gravitated towards me when I showed up 30 seconds after her.

"Up for second period after this? Its math, your favorite." She playfully smiled and offered me a water bottle.

"We desperately need a new track. I tripped in that gash on the second lap." I chugged the water as I pointed across the field to a gash in the rubber.

"I know, its hard to avoid it. I heard the boys' school doesn't have a bad track." We walked over to the middle of the grass and Elizabeth motioned for a game of flag football to start.

"Someone should go check over there. Oof!!" I tackled the other teams player and landed on top of them, "Ick, sorry here let me help you up." I offered my hand to them. It was Cas, I helped her back to standing.

"Thanks May. What are you, um, doing for lunch?" She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. It was a perfect shade of ruby, but she had died a strip of it black. We had been lose friends since the break up and she was always a little shy.

"Me and Elizabeth made plans together already. Sorry. Maybe next week?" I asked.

"Sure" Cas said hesitantly. We walked back to our respective sides as Coach yelled reset.

"OMG. That little Dropout was so flirting with you. You guys should try going out again before she ya know." Elizabeth drew a line across her throat. I could feel myself blushing.

"No, we were just talking. It's not gonna be a thing." I brushed it off and got ready to stop the other team from scoring.

"Oh well." Elizabeth sighed as she effortlessly intercepted a pass from their quarterback and ran down the field. I ran with her to guard and we ended up winning the game.

After, we all headed back to the locker rooms to change back into the ridiculous uniforms the school made us wear. Everyone was laughing and joking until the bottom step then it was silence. Because, plot twist, there stood a small boy. He couldn't have been any older than eight. A girl in the back broke those seconds of silence with a scream of "COAAAACHHH!!!!" and the rest of us followed suit. Soon everyone had sprinted up the stairs and were cowering in the gym. Oh well, I guess Elizabeth and I will just be late for math.

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