Poly Cool kids number 16, please? :3
((Aw hell yeah! How about some Junior high school Poly Cool Kids first meeting? Also Sour Cream is Agender in this(and any other stories I write about them) so I’ll be using they/them as their pronouns.))
Things you said with no space between us.
Jenny was never a fan of gym class not because she didn’t like exercise or because she was bad at it she just hated the teacher with a fiery passion. She couldn’t drop the class but she had gotten good at faking illnesses and injuries to get out of it. Of course today the teacher wasn’t buying any of her lies and was forcing her to participate. They were playing on those dumb scooter things trying to kick a ball around. Jenny was staying as far to the side of the gym as she could and away from the action. The ball was kicked towards her and someone yelled for her to catch it. Instead she scooted to the left slightly and gave a very insincere “Opps. My bad.”