Team Sport

His stomach was like a helicopter, churning around nervously. The palms of his hands were quivering in an irritable manner and in all truthfulness he probably had the right to be so nervous. The period that was next was the one he had been dreading all morning. It was the first lesson of his new school and it was recreation He heard the closing bell for class and painfully sauntered into the roomy school lycee.God he thought, I hate team sports. He remembered at his grey-haired school how, nerve-racking it felt to be picked last He thought that now it would be even worse being the new claw.About fifty, various sized boys were standing in a restless random fashion. Some were shouting, trying to prove their slope in an argument, others were wrestling each other on the rugged, aged gym floor. cardinal group was seated quietly, contemplating some math theory they developed, exclusively most of the boys were making clamorous, heavy noises. Obviously, the teacher was not present .As he walked in most of the boys attentions were changed to him. Some of the more insecure boys snickered and laughed savagely at him, pulling faces. Others were surprised, because they had neer seen him before. He was obviously new. He stood there tensely, playing with his untidy, white-blond hair. He was attempting to act as if he wasnt the eye of attention, and that he wasnt at all nervous and sensitive. It wasnt really working out, because about fifty boys eyes glued to him like couch potatoes watching television, watching his every movement.He was in luck though, because the broad, glass double-door of the gym swung open. Every boy looked at the person who entered the gym. When they realised that it was the teacher, they started to groan. They didnt want another lengthy, tiresome school yr to start. But, some of their faces were excited at having such a teacher that was so young, that she was straight out of uni. She wasnt icky looking either, in their opinions. Also, usu ally the young teachers could not control the class, so they could have some merriment in sport. Or so they thoughtGood-morning boys. She greeted briskly, in a hight-pitched, tight voice, My name is Ms. Hart, and I am your new P.E. teacher for your entire middle school. So, not only am I teaching you guys, but I am also teaching the lower grades of seven to nine. I will make original that every one will be fit, happy and healthy by the time the year is over. smart? doubted the new boy, thats not a word in my vocabulary. He shuddered remembering the times that the guys at his old school had made fun of his white-blonde hair, calling it granny hair.I have one more matter to say before we get started into a game of basketball. Who ar the new boys this year?The new kid raised his long hand feebly, along with two others. Miss Hart observed them closely. She finally spoke.What are your names? she inquired enthusiastically.Eric Jacobs. The blond kid answered.Martin Gregory.Michael Tran . The other boys said.The young teacher hesitated for a couple of seconds before mathematical group them up into groups. Eric was put into a group of boys that were from an Italian background. He walked towards them. They stared hesitantly back at him. One smiled and said confidently,Hey Eric, pleased to meet you. Ready to kick but on the basketball court?Sure, why not. Eric said self-consciously. Maybe this new school was ok. He thought. Maybe he would finally get a chance to fit in.