fandomhigh | Practical Phys Ed, Monday, Period 3

Welcome to the Danger Shop! Fred was standing in the middle of what looked like a gym. Sure, he could have used the actual gym, but why do that when you could be in a fake gym? He was wearing a tracksuit that had his costume underneath, just in case he needed to be in a costume suddenly. Mainly because his costume had jetboots.

"Hey, kids. I'm Coach Myers. And keep that in mind because if you don't call me 'Coach,' I'm gonna fail you," Fred said. He kept silent for a moment before giving a laugh. "Nah, I'm kidding, I wouldn't fail you for that." He stopped laughing and glared. He totally would fail you. He controlled your fates. Don't pretend he didn't! He could keep you out of college!

"So, what we're gonna do in this class is playing sport that might actually be helpful to you sometime in your lives. Running, karate stuff, things like that," Fred explained. "So don't worry, none of that dodgeball crap. I would never make you play a garbage game like that."

A dodgeball materialized in his hand and he threw it at somebody's head. "I mean, you're still getting a dodgeball thrown at your heads for no good reason, because that's life. We're gonna call that the Ball of Talking. Even if it pops you in the mouth, you gotta talk about who you are and what your favorite sport is. I'll start even though I don't have the ball because I'm the Coach and I can do what I want. I'm Coach Fred Myers. I'm old enough to probably be your dads (since I matured early), so don't be afraid to look at me as a mentor. And I like baseball, which prepared me for life because a bunch of nerds who don't even know how to throw a ball run the entire game now. You, with the Talking Ball, start talking, then throw the ball at someonef. And while you do that, here's the Ball of Being My TA. Imma throw it in the middle of you and whoever picks it up gets to rule over the rest of the group for the whole semester. The rest of you get to run laps at the end of class. Because life."

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Ten words? Ten words!? How was she supposed to do that?

Ringo took a few seconds, going over it in her head.

"Um. It's like rollerblading with skates that have motors built in?"

Hopefully Fred didn't count the 'um' against her limit.

"Even if rollerblading was a sport, it's only a sport because you're doing actual work. Once a motor gets thrown in there, it's a weird thing like NASCAR, but without all the hicks and the billions of dollars in endorsements," Fred declared. "So maybe it's a thing, but it's not a sport. And um is a word, so that was eleven words. You double lose."

"It's totally a sport," Ringo insisted. "I can prove it!" Uh huh.

Also, she was totally going to pretend she hadn't heard him about that 'um' thing.

"You get one shot because I'm getting tired of talking about things that aren't sports," Fred said. "If you don't convince me, I'm calling bowling your favorite sport so you'll know shame."

Hey, bowling wasn't that bad. So maybe it'd be okay?

"I've got a pair of ATs in my backpack," Ringo explained as she rushed to grab that.

"Oh! And I totally thought of another explanation. AirTrek is really mean rocket roller-derby." She'd thought of it all by herself! (Thanks, Kathy!)

"I have zero interest in seeing it, but roller derby works," Fred said. "Now throw somebody else the ball."

There were too many thoughts running together in Ringo's head at once: it was totally different from roller derby, and was he sure he didn't want to see it, and she could totally show it to him real quick!

But all those words bouncing off each other gave Ringo just enough time to realize that this was one of those times when it was probably best to keep her mouth shut. And, shockingly, she actually did for once.

Ringo threw the ball.

"Rocket rollerblading," Kathy hissed. It sounded cooler and she was getting the feeling that 'cooler' weighed pretty heavily in Coach's estimation. "Three-dimensional rocket rollerblade races with combat."

Seven words, if you didn't count the hyphen. She bet she could condense that even further. "Rocket roller-derby but meaner."

Man. Ringo really should have remembered that Kathy was there, and that Kathy was smart, and that all she had to do was ask for help.

Because all of those were way better answers than hers.

Silly Ringo. You didn't have to do everything yourself!

"Try again," she suggested in a whisper.

Oh, that was a good idea. Ringo aimed a quick nod at Kathy and began trying to figure out how to word a request to try again that wouldn't get shot down immediately.

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