Literature
Chuckie in Gym Class
Chuckie's POV
Well, lunch time is over, and it's time for gym class. Hooray. (Note the sarcasm). In case you didn't know by now, I stink at gym. And not just the kind of stink that you're thinking of; I mean I'm terrible at it. I'm just a weakling overall. Not to mention the gym coach, who's also the vice-principal of the school, doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word 'quietly' or any synonyms. Plus he refers to all of us as girls, even us boys. At least some of my friends are in the class with me.
After changing into my phys ed clothes, I reluctantly walked in the gym. To my dismay, a couple of tough-looking bullies were in there, an
