Oh My Love's

Catastrophe

Morning on my way to school and as usual, I went with Sasha. No matter how Hana approached us when she arrived at the school gate. It feels, a little less without Tristan.

Today it is a sports subject and the whole class XII A changed uniforms. Classes will be used as a place to change for women, while the men in WC.

After that, everyone went to the field and I thought about fatigue. Remembering what the doctors at the hospital said at the time, not allowing me to be too exhausted. Maybe, no need to think about it because when I was at the GYM yesterday there was nothing when I was exhausted.

Starting learning, gymnastics is held with a cheerful song. The line was divided into six and of course I was ahead in the category of super spirit.

"After gymnastics, draw with paper and divide the four groups. We're gonna play a shooting ball to take the daily value!" said Mr. Teacher when gymnastics was about to end.

Next, the class president starts making lottery numbers and all the kids pick them up one by one. As a result of the division of the group, it was a pity that Sasha and I were not together, but fortunately Hana was with me. The game sessions are given two innings each and the first turn is between group one against group two.

The teacher blew a whistle, then said, "Speak the rules in the shoot-out!"

One of the children raised their hands. "When it hits the head area, there are countless points!"

"Then, the round is completed!" sahut other child.

"Good job!" reply Mr. Teacher. "Surely, strategy is still needed. Alright, quickly arrange the positions of groups one and two! You have twenty minutes!"

A line has been made with a rope in the middle of the field to separate the territory of my group with the opposing group. This game must not be too tiring because I just need to avoid it, no need to follow the shoot.

The sound of a whistle rang out and the ball was thrown upwards by Master in the middle of the field, then the group representatives started scrambling as the first players. The winner of my group and the representative immediately threw the rubber ball to the man in front of him, but was not hit by the target.

Throw-th with the ball begins. Two children from the opposing group were eliminated, while the group was only one person. Many run hysterically in dodge and great players in the front row are so enthusiastic in catching the ball in order to fire at the opponent. On the other hand, Hana was in front of me and she took the initiative that I should be protected seriously. I feel so grateful to have a friend as good as him.

"Throw it normally, dong! You think this is a volleyball game?!" attack the girl on the opposing side who does not accept herself thrown the ball so hard to the chest.

My arms reflexively protected my chest and hoped that no one would target me.

"Because of the head, tuh! The first round is over!" shouted the leader of my group as one of its members was struck by a ball on his forehead. It must have hurt a lot, look at that red hue over his eyebrows!

The second half started with the return of the empty point. My group has reduced a lot of members, while I who was in the back row can only feel tense.

BUGS!

"ouch!" Hana whimpers as her waist is hit by a ball, while the man who throws starts to feel shocked and embarrassed at his target. "Thankfully it's not a sensitive area!" His hand patted my shoulder. "I'm leaving first, Lia. If you want, just hit the ball on purpose so it doesn't hurt."

I nodded and the game started again.

"Don't keep dodging! Take the shot too!"

"Throw it not too powerful, if hit by the head will be bad!"

"Target to the feet only, it will definitely work!"

The game will be over, while there are two people left in my group, and the only one is me. Obviously just a small game, but I feel like I'm a little threatened.

BUGS!

My head was hit by a ball and the pain was creaking me.

"Because chief! Game's over!" yelled Hana who approached me from the sidelines in watching.

"Nowgrace! I'm free!" reply Kai who had thrown me, now the ball bounced towards me, and he took it.

Before you can focus, again the ball is thrown, but does not hit me. It was precisely Hana who was about to come to me had been hit by a ball on her back. His body fell towards me until he accidentally hit my stomach. The man had gone mad drastically and was not satisfied targeting me after this head was hit from his throw ball! Is he gonna knock me out with two strikes!

"Wow! Group two wins!"

Cheers sounded less lively and instead some of all the children looked towards Hana with me who had fallen. Half Hana's body hit me. At first, everyone behaved normally and just laughed a little because they thought our position was funny. However, I felt a slight pain and my back head hit the ground.

"Lia!" Sasha's voice approached and all the children became quiet until some could see someone approaching.

The pain and shame were nothing, but I felt so eager to vent my feelings that I gritted my teeth firmly. When Hana hurriedly got up and helped me to get up, my tears trickled down and these two hands immediately held onto the stomach that looked so normal.

"Lia, what's wrong with you? It hurts so much, huh? Stomach hit my head, let's get up. We're going to the UKS!" hana said in a slight panic and was unsuccessful in helping me get up. He looked at the man who threw the ball at us. "Hey, jesus! Look at this because of you, we became like this! Take responsibility!"

The guy just chuckles crisply.

"Sasha!" I groaned as he came to me, then I grabbed the sleeves that were only as big as his elbows. "Silma ...."

"Yes, I'm here. We have to go to the UKS" he replied, holding both of my shoulders to help me stand up as these legs fell. "Get up, Lia."

Master began to approach and watched me shake his head. My whining produces views of wonder as well as pity on children. Some of them must have thought that I was looking for attention laughably.

"Just thrown the ball, too much! The queen drama."

"She took advantage of the crowded situation to be looked at in a cute pretentious manner as the coolest boy boyfriend in school."

"It's disgusting, do you know the definition of pick me girl? Look at that girl whining."

Their words were like the wind passing by. I'm more worried about myself.

"I ... I'm afraid if there's anything with me ...," I said spontaneity, as if the brakes on the tongue were gone. "It hurts a lot."

Sasha managed to embrace me until I stood up.

"If what's wrong with our son in my stomach, how is it?" I said. "I ... fear ...."

Sounds of gasp from all directions rang out after I blurted out the words without any brain clarity. Sasha glared fiercely at me, while my anxiety level grew.

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