Introvert | Lee Taemin

5

Tuesday, 10am

I yawned as I stared at my textbook.
I began scribbling and drawing random things.
Like eyebrows.

I felt something hit the back of my head.
Startled, I turned around.
I saw Jimin, Park Jimin smirking at me.
He pointed to the ground.
A crushed paper ball.
I picked it up and opened it.

"Sapnu puas :3"

It said.
I scoffed.
I crushed it.
The bin wasn't too  far away  from my desk.
Point, aim, shoot!
It went in the bin.

I turned around.
Jimin frowned at me.
I smirked at him.

Park Jimin is one of my school's biggest playboys.
He's the leader of a clique in my school,
The Bangtan Boys.
He's the son of the principal.
He thinks he's so good looking that every girl is head over heels for him.
Egoistic.
Unfortunately, according to the rumours,
he likes me.

Physical Education

I changed into my gym clothes.
Went to the indoor sports hall.
I sat down with my class.

"Hello students! How are you kiddos? Did you have a nice summer? Welcome back to school!"

My annoying over enthusiastic teacher greeted us while she smiled hysterically.
The class had no reaction whatsoever.
Some were laughing at her.
The rest ignored her.

She sighed.

"Spilt into two teams, girls and boys. We will be playing handball."

Handball.
I was good at sports.
I was in track and field in elementary school.
Volleyball in middle school.
I did other sports too.
Like,
Badminton, basketball, soccer...

Handball was considered a fun, enjoyable sport for me.
I'm good at handball.

I went to the other side of the court, where the girls were.
The girls gave me the ball, signalling me to start.

I guess they also knew I was good at handball.

I went to the middle of the court and held my arms up high, waiting for the whistle.

BEEEEEEEEP

With one hand, I threw the ball to my team member.
She catches it.
She throws it to someone else.
That someone else catches it, almost tripping.
That someone else throws it to someone else.
She catches it as well and
threw it back to me.

Surprisingly, we managed to dodge all the guys.
Rare thing to happen.

I dribbled the ball towards the goal post.
Many guys were in front of me,
trying to block my way.
I held the ball up.
The goal keeper looked at me aggressively.
I threw the ball into the goal with all my strength.
He missed.
I scored.