Spencer, don’t do it.  You’ll only pay for it later down the road, Marty reasons.

Sure, but it would be more than worth it to knock the jerk out now! Jude scoffs.

Oops! I haven’t introduced you to Marty and Jude, have I?  Well, in case you haven’t figured it out, Jude is similar to the little devil that sits on my shoulder and provokes me to do wrong, and Marty is the noble, honest one who sets off my conscience.  I know what you are all thinking: Spencer Carlin has a conscience? Well, yeah, and I figured I might as well name them since they pop up every three seconds.

I follow Marty’s advice and slowly step away from the confrontation.

As I sit on the attendance line the student teacher has guided me to, I wonder who this mysterious gym teacher is.

My question is answers a few moments later when a hairy, overweight, balding man hobbles over and blows a whistle, signaling for us to quiet.

He looks like the last person who should be teaching gym.

Apparently, that was what everyone else must have been thinking, too.  Besides being overweight, his face was fire truck red.  His plump face was covered in beads of sweat and his t-shirt was soaked.

“All right! Now, everybody be QUIET and gather round,” he yelled unnecessarily, because everyone was already circled around his feet silently.

“I’m your gym teacher for the year, Mr. Mizer!” he shouted, causing him to wheeze and cough.

Murmurs and ‘harrumphs’ went up all around the group.  ‘Yes’s and ‘you were right’s went up all around.  Some people actually dug around in their pockets for money.

“Now! I perceive that gym might not be your personal favorite period per se.” His ‘p’s were especially powerful, which sent a large amount of slobber with every word.  I felt bad for the people closest to him, who were probably covered in slime by now.

“I have some news for you,” he continued, “I…don’t…care.  Some of you might be thinking ‘Oh, well I like gym’.  Think again.  I’m going to work you so hard that the next day you won’t be able to walk the next day without pain.  And don’t fool yourself.  I’m not afraid to fail someone who won’t comply with the routine, especially you seniors.”

Cries of outrage went up throughout the class.  No wonder his name was Vic T. Mizer. I bet the ‘T’ stands for Tim.

The coach continued, “And…And I…”

Talking for so long actually made the guy winded.  I chuckle at the thought.

Just as soon as I had finished that thought, the gym teacher passed out on the floor.

Man down! Jude hollers, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

Seriously, who didn’t see that coming?

*Tell me if it was too confusing or choppy. Posts are love. Also, is everyone about 17/18+? Just wondering about my audience, so please help out with that? thx XD