I didn't mean to! I swear!

Hey my weirdos I know I was patting myself on the back for constant uploads but can we all take a moment to appreciate a double update 😄😇 and.........
Above the much awaited (by like two people but still) BLAIRE CRASH RYDERRRRRRRRR.
So in honour of me being a responsible adultish sort here's the new chappie.

Chapter 17: im brillaint ... apparently

Please don't murder me with your eyes. I thought frugally as the coach eyed me almost evily.

"Right wimps and yes Sanders I can get away with calling you that." He gaffowed. "You can call me coach that's it not Mr not sir coach. Get over it. Now in my class there will be no sick note waving injury toting twerps. I don't care what you're doctor mother said if you wanna pass you will move those feet. The only note I will accept is a death certificate signed by the law itself. Now every lesson is mandatory, uniforms are mandatory and effort is mandatory. I am not your uncle and i do not believe in free points." All of this was shouted loudly even though we were in front of him.

"Unifroms will be provided for you. You may fetch yours from the locker rooms girls to the left boys to the right and if I see a gender confused dopplehead in the wrong changer because they want to see their girlfriend I will end you."

(Guys I'm fully supportive of the transgender community and all LGBT communities. If it's not clear he means the usuall twerps that sneak off to make out no harm is meant by this comment.😄)

"MOVE OUT!"

with that there was a scramble for the change rooms. I noticed that one particular individual was slow for cheeks sake and I scoffed as the coach chewed him out.

In the girls changers every one was critically eying the next person as they changed. One girl tried to but I shot her a scary raised eye brow and she backed off. Might as well use this whole schist to my advantage.

The uniform consisted of a white tee with G.C.A emblazoned on it in gold. A shield was under that and sported the three house designs and symbols.

The Gladium sword.

The Arcum bow.

The Securis axe.

Unfortunately the shirts were slightly too form fitting for my liking and the black shorts a touch shorter than I would have liked.

My curly hair was still dripping slightly even with the intense towleing I gave it. And the evidence hit me coldly every few minutes.

At least they let us wear our own trainers. I thought happily as I slipped on the black and white pair I had thought to carry.

The girls around me were more interested in fixing their hair and make up and how good their butts looked in the shorts. Only myself and a few others ventured out at a reasonable time and we spent a good ten minutes waiting for the others.

Whilst we waited the boys showed up decked out in similar shirts and tracksuit bottoms.

Unfair how come they got the long ones.

The coach glared at everyone and when he caught the glares Falcon and I were throwing to each other from across the gym he grinned suspiciously.

My spider senses were tingling.

"Today you pretentious lot are starting easy a simple obstacle course. As you have noted there is no such set up in here. That's because it's outside. And before you whiners start on 'oh coach it's raining buckets'" he imitated in a shrill girls voice eying the brunette behind me who was already holding her hair in angst.

"But my hair," she whined.

Have to admit his imitating was on point.

"If I could set this up in the rain you sure as hell can complete it. This is in fact a light drizzle ladies and whoever make a it back first can pick well nothing...like i would trust you lot to pick anything beside your noses. But if the hot water in the showers run out suspiciously that's you own deal. On your mark get set go."