Wars of Dodgeball

My shoulder ached and ached from gym class.

I didn't understand how anyone found dodgeball to be an easy sport.

Every time I attempted to play it was like I was in a war.

Boom one kid would go down and then boom there went another.

Ducking and sliding while you face the enemy was not easy to do.

Children back and forth aiming for the head even though they know coach said not to.

Gym class is where all the girls who view themselves as almighty stare deeply at anyone who doesn't match their body image.

I just so happen to be one of those girls.

I never cared about the fact that I was quite thin and that they referred to me as "paper chest" because I knew who I was.

I may not have been good at throwing those balls, but I knew that I could always survive the war.