A Fall Stranger-Gym
From Create Your Own Story
Even though you don't mind working out, you find gym such a waste of time. Nobody ever "learns" anything from gym. In reality it's just a cover for the school; when a parent get's mad as to why there kid is built like a sundae, they can basically claim it's their fucking fault, because they "workout" twice a week. You quickly change into your uniform and sit down on the bleachers. Mr. Wilkinson is back at it again, with the booty shorts you see. You're actually surprised that within 30 years of teaching he was never suspended for those shorts. Like seriously, you can easily see the outline of his penis because they're that tight. You don't even imagine what it's like to be a girl, because he always has them sit in the front when taking attendance. So the gyrating, and shaking of his junk is maximized by ten. It's just so...ungodly. The only way he's avoided sexual harassment claims is because his salary is literal peanuts. The school's budgeting has decreased a bit over the year, and from some (student) suggestion, majority voted to eliminate gym. It was to be finalized in March until Mr. Wilkinson said he'd take his a salary cut in January. Huge fucking disappointment to say the least. You don't even think he did it because he actually loves teaching; more like his heyday was in the 70s and now he'll take whatever attention he can get. According to him, he was destined to go to the 1984' Olympics. But about three months before the finalizing tryouts he sprained his arm (which is pretty important) for rowing; and never fully recovered. So here he is now, teaching a bunch of unenthusiastic teens about physical exercise.
You're starting to recede into you're thoughts when a friendly face, punches you in the arm. Hey, it's David Cook; you're relieved you won't be the only one suffering from having to catch the constant glare of Mr. Wilkinson's junk. You catch up on summer experiences, and more importantly try-outs... while doing an antagonizing numbers of pull-ups. Then it's off to the locker rooms, and onto your favorite subject lunch!
