Chapter NINETY ONE
**OLIVER WEST**
Gym class made me realize that the gossip was the least of my problems.
Because, tell me why the HECK track was the activity of the day?!!
The wide field stretched out before me like some kind of medieval torture device.
Coach Jefferson's whistle might as well have been a death sentence to my throbbing hip bone.
"Lazy! All of you are lazy! I don't want to hear any excuses today!"
Coach's voice boomed across the field as he paced back and forth like a drill sergeant.
Ugh
The last thing I needed right now was to run laps.
I limped towards him, putting on my most pitiful expression.
"Coach, my legs are really—" The words barely got out when he cut me off with a hand in the air and gave me the most evil glare.
"NO! Four people have already given me the same excuse today. What is wrong with you kids? Why are the youth so lazy every single day? No excuses! Get running!"
