Chapter Nine

“People often say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realising that you're the beholder.” - Salma Hayek.

I WAS EXHAUSTED.

Well, a little bit. I felt sweaty, hot and tired in my joggers and t-shirt. It made me wish I was wearing shorts and tank tops like most of the girls here. I hated gym class but it was mostly because it was the perfect place and opportunity for people to give me the stink eye and comment about how ridiculous I look doing sports. That was one of the reasons I stick to wearing T-shirts and joggers instead. I didn't want to give them more stuff to talk about.

We’ve been asked to run laps around the gymnasium and now we were gonna play a game or something and I was already dreading it and hoping it wouldn’t be dodgeball; but as usual, luck was never on my side.

“Listen up everyone! Gather around. It's time for some dodgeball. Divide yourselves into two teams.” Our gym teacher, Mr. Norman yelled. Some g