“Today, we are going to play…” Mr. Brown observed our expressions, his hands clasped behind his back, signaling a surprise. I despise surprises, and the suspense was immediately irritating.
“I think he needs a drum roll to make this more intense,” a kid beside me muttered. I nodded in agreement; he was clearly drawing out the anticipation. Regardless, since this was sports, I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it.
“Dodgeball.” He picked a red ball. Mr. Brown balanced the ball on his finger, spinning it, his eyes gleaming with what felt like pure malice. A rush of anxiety made me bite my bottom lip.
I don’t just despise the students in this school; I also despise many of the teachers. Not that I generalize, but they knowingly push students past their limits, even when they’re aware some can't meet th
