It felt like PE itself was just rushing to the locker rooms before the other screamy girls barged in. Four was the limit. Everyone looked like dazzling supermodels in their gym clothes while I looked like a weirdo in my sack-like pants. The way my baggy shirt overlapped my baggy pants looked like I pulled them out from a trashcan. Every now and then Coach Gus would call out a kid who wasn’t doing the exercise correctly. “Sage!” I nearly collapsed when Coach called my name like that. “We don’t raise seals in this gym!” I shoot the class a glare while they laugh like it was the funniest thing ever. The fact I couldn’t do a pushup stuck with me the rest of the class and as soon as the bell rang I hightailed it out of there before anyone would mention that moment in PE. We had Spanish class next and that was a pleasant surprise. More confusion hopped with me on the confusion bus. We opened up our textbooks to flip to a page which looks to me has a bunch of gibberish or scrambled up English but that was just Spanish. "Alright class, turn to page sesenta" called out Mrs. Garcia. I peaked next to my sassy classmate Audrey to see what she was doing. I opened up my textbook randomly and landed on page 60! This might mean good luck. At least that was what my older sister taught me when we lived in Queens, NY. "If you open a book and land on the page you expect it to, you get good luck." She had said. Her best friend had nodded and continued talking about singers and magazines which I had no interest in, so I hurried back to my messy bedroom before they got to embarrass me with their highschool language. "Sage? Would you like to answer?" Mrs. Garcia said, interrupting my thoughts. What is up with teachers calling on me? Why can't they call someone else? "Sage?" She repeats. "Uhh, can you repeat the question, please, m-ma'am?" I stammer, and the class laughs again. The teacher sighs and calls on Audrey. "The answer is ¿Como te llamas?" "That is correct" I look down at my sweaty jeans as my face turns red. I have the urge to look up to see what the class was learning, but I don't want to make eye contact with anybody, so I continue to write Spanish phrases I don't even understand in my notebook. I was counting down the minutes until 3:33 which is an angel number because apparently what I had learned from my old friend Casey, she said that you can make a wish. Luckily right after 3:33 is 3:35 which is when class ends, so that gave me hope that this day would be good. But then I remember, lunch isn't going to be fun as well.
