I’d Rather Not Say

In fifth grade we had to run the track for P.E (like anyone ever). My step sister had just finished healing her sprained ankle and my friend hurt her ankles competing in track the day before. Our coaches made us run four laps once a week and we just didn’t have time to finish. When it was time to line up, some of the boys were cracking jokes to each other about how slow we were. They even started talking about how stupid and dumb we were. (The three of us were in gifted!) When my teacher heard, he just responded with, “It’s true”

At the end of the year they gave out shirts to the fastest runners in the grade. I got one but my friends didn’t. The same boys were saying they were shocked, but then made fun of my friends. They also managed to make fun of me.

I was disgusted.