Gym! Craig's tone was rather annoyed as he peered down at his schedule. He hated gym with a passion. Craig of course was well built for the class; he was muscular, but not to the extreme. He did have a six pack and some muscle on his upper arm, but that was it, though were not calling him scrawny. He was a handsome fellow, though most would have called an him emo; he had the black comb over the eye look. Well the term was said when kids pushed him into the lockers as he walked though the hall. "Watch it emo." Craig of course was used to the words and just kept his eyes on his paper.

I thought I was done with this friggin class. He thought to himself. It being a new year Craig was going to have to sit in front of the counselor's office again as he waited for his turn to be called. He would be changing the class but would wait until after school. Though like the rest of the kids they were all waiting till after school.

He let himself walk slowly into the gym late as usual. The gym teacher just rolled her eyes and said "craig lets go, hustle." This only caused him to chuckle and give a half smile. These two went way back to freshman year, the year he hated most of all. Craig hated being the new kid and even now, his senior year he still felt like he was the new kid. He didn't really have friend, never had a girlfriend. Everyone around him was more of an acquaintance...everyone thought he was weird, quite, and shy.

Craig sat down, waiting for the teacher to begin her lecture. What was it going to be first; baseball, basket ball, hockey? One of them always seemed to come first. Craig let out a grown as he closed his eyes and leaned back on his arms. Lets get this first hour over with