Sandy and I were on the bleachers with a set of a hundred or so kids. Our gym looked so much smaller, almost as if the other two sides of it didn’t exist. There was one boy facing us all, talking about things we didn’t care to hear about. We were too busy giggling about the fact that the other kids had their feet up our asses, and we could barely keep ourselves from falling about 3 feet down onto the stage area of the gym. We made a game out of it, who would fall first? We were laughing like insane people did to white walls. But then one of the boys behind me pressed their knees to my back and evidently shoved me off of the bleacher. I fell and smacked my head on the gymnasium floor. I was laughing without voice now. It was so hilarious that I couldn’t even make noise! I tried picking myself up, but the backpack (one I do not use in real life, I use a satchel bag) on my shoulder weighed so much that once I got up, it slipped off my shoulder and brought me down to the floor again.
I laid there laughing for such a long time, until the guy who was talking stopped talking and rag-dolled away (yes, I just said that). Then came Sandy. Same deal, she tried to get up but she couldn’t. Squeal-laughing as we always do when something extremely funny happens. We got up finally and we had gotten bad mitten rackets and were headed to a comfortable spot in the gym to begin playing. I went to go get something and when I came back, all the kids were getting their rackets and heading to a place in the court. I start to trail back to Sandy and I’s place. I see a bulky black guy (in my gym period –don’t know his name) coming up behind Sandy. I tell her to start to come towards our spot. I didn’t want him and his friends to take our spot. I was on the other side and Sandy and the guy were on the other. I start waving for her to tell him that this spot was taken. She turned to him and spoke. I couldn’t hear her because if how far away I was. But the boy nodded and left. After that, we began to play. I needed something and I remember that every time I needed to get out of the gym area, I’d have to pass through a group of boys with their knees together. I squeeze past every time. And every time they would quiet as I scooted by, as if I did something wrong.