Aretta & Secrets

New School

I was too busy thinking about the many strange possibilities that made me even less concentrated and instead made me not pay attention to my surroundings until I heard the sound of footsteps pointing at me.

The sound of the soles of the shoes being snapped at each other and meeting the marble floor sent a thud. That figure looked like a popular girl that was usually in every school.

Short skirts, shoes that have high soles, tight uniforms that form a body arc, as well as long hair that is perfectly styled. And my guess seemed to be right when she looked at me sharply as if warning me not to mess with her. I held my breath as I watched her step closer, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief as the girl's goal was not in my direction.

Hearing her footsteps getting further away allowed me to breathe freely. I refocused myself on the map that was in my grasp.

I did not go straight to class because Mr. Andre had invited me to go around first. I found the gym room and was immediately amazed. Facilities are not kidding.

Since it was still lesson time, as well as all the students were still in the class, I decided to enter. My eyes immediately puffed up when I found the tools that were here. This school really provides a complete range of fitness equipment that I usually only find at the gym.

I smiled a little because I could use this place as my hiding place.

Once satisfied, I immediately walked out of the place and when I stepped out, I found a double door that was locked. The heightened curiosity made me determined to look. I looked around to look for the presence of the guard teacher and found a room that read 'trainer room'.

Without a second thought I knocked on the room and was opened by an old man in his 40s who still looked fit at his age. He wears a typical gym outfit for teachers. The man looked at me sharply and upon discovering that if I carried the map his gaze turned even friendlier.

"You must be Aretta?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding. The old man immediately turned in and out while giving me a set of shorts and a large red t-shirt with a picture of jasmine and a bird.

"Class starts in 10 minutes. Quickly change clothes on the third door on your left," he said, pointing at the passageway.

I was a little disappointed that I couldn't get around and thought nothing of it I went straight in to change my clothes. His uniform is uncomfortable for me. The pants are a bit too short and the top is too big. What is a sportswear model for skinny students like this? I never knew it because my body was always fat.

The sounds of screaming, joking, and laughter rang out from the room next to where I was changing. Then several other girls started to enter my room and headed to their respective lockers to change clothes.

Several pairs of eyes glanced at me, the new disciple. I know if I'm a transfer student, but should they stare with such curiosity. Have they never met a transfer student?

I was a little distracted and quickly moved out of the room. Their eyes made me uncomfortable. After leaving the room I walked straight to the field.

The man turned out to be a sports teacher and he was already standing in the middle of the field with a whistle in the cleft of his lips. He immediately sounded his whistle when he saw the students who did not immediately arrive on time at the designated place.

Some of the children seemed to protest.

I just smile because I love this sport. I can't wait to try running back.

"Mr wants to know. Is your grade better than last year or not?"

"It can definitely dong sir. We're going to lose, too, Father!" A student shouted from behind. The teacher chuckled, an arrogant grin on his face.

"If so, whoever can lose Mr. he will get a prize. But about the gift we'll talk about later."

Declares and protestants were heard on the air which even made the man chuckle.

"Are you ready guys? Ready it! Get started!"

All the students including our sports teacher started running around. I didn't expect that he would actually respond seriously to the woe of his students. I salute them for moving with certainty as if they were holding a tournament. Some children seem to try to rival the speed of our gym teacher which if in the view of ordinary people the speed of running is very difficult to beat because he runs like a cheetah. The teacher didn't even slow down in the slightest.

Some of them did not care about the sudden self-styled tournament, they only ran a small run of one round.

Some of them immediately left the field and some remained in the tournament. Maybe they are afraid of looking tired and smelly because of sweat.

I glanced at them at a glance and everything did not seem to be bothered with the uniform given by the school. Some children even say that they modify themselves to look attractive and can attract the attention of men they like. I don't know how, but from my looks the upper uniforms are a little smaller and form a body. I guess they didn't dare to do anything that violated, but it turned out that my guess was wrong. I quickly decided to immediately dodge and resume my running event.

Now more than half of the students gathered on the edge of the field to rest. Some were screaming to encourage our gym teacher and some were yelling for their friend. The rest just screamed aimlessly. They are very active supporters.

One by one the students looked exhausted and they chose to finish this endless match. I also feel sultry but still have more strength to run and walk.

I increased my speed again and now managed to pass one more student who was at number three. My position is now at number four because the second number is filled by male students who seem to be eager to beat our teacher. This competition seems very fierce. Me and the third-placed kid are still running in tandem and he doesn't seem to want to lose to me either. I managed to defeat him but a second later he caught up with me. The stamina and strength he possessed were indeed not playful.

I slowed my run. It seems that provoking him will only add to my fatigue. I still followed him from behind and had no intention of defeating him. God seemed to be on my side because five minutes later the man stopped and decided to get out of the field. I smiled a little. And I again sped up my run so that my distance from participant number two and master teacher was not too far away.