M rs. Wenger blew her whistle effectively ending our class basketball game. “I just want to give you a heads-up; you don’t need to bring your sneakers next week as we’ll be starting our CPR unit.” The cacophony of responses which met this announcement ranged from “Yes! Awesome!” to “Ugh!” and “No!” but apparently my dejection seemed the most pronounced since Mrs. Wenger held me back while allowing the others to leave.
“You seem pretty upset Shoshie. What’s up?” Mrs. Wenger asked smoothing her auburn sheitel away from her face.
“Well I have nothing against learning CPR in fact I’m pretty excited about it. It’s just that I can’t face losing this too!” I wailed.
“Losing this? What do you mean?” Mrs. Wenger asked her hazel eyes fixed on me with such concern that well I just totally bared my soul though it’s most definitely not considered cool to have DMCs with the gym teacher.
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