I was up to bat. Justice hill threw the ball and I swung like my popularity depended on it, which it did. It was a foul ball, which was fine with me because that meant I had another shot at redemption. This time, I put my heart into it. The ball flew past my classmates and right to me. I closed my eyes and heard a crack. The whole gym was silent, except for Mrs. Waite. “Run Cheriaca!!!” she screamed. So I took off! In my mind I felt like Usain Bolt, but something deep down like me I looked more like a deer running into headlights. I was so close to first base could taste it. Next thing I knew, I had passed the base and was headed straight for the bleachers. One second my feet were on the ground, then I was doing a flip into the bleachers and it all goes black.
A few minutes passed by, but I was too scared to open my eyes. When I finally did, my whole PE class was surrounding me. “Are you okay?!” Mrs. Waite sounded fearful. Honestly, I felt fine, so I got up stretched and smiled. “I’m fine ha-ha, that was kind of fun!” I said. After that the gym flooded with