I glance at Marcus, who’s standing in front of the bench, grinning at me happily and clapping his hands together. “You can both leave the gym now. Thank you for your performance,” Mr. Johnson tells me and Sheila, glancing between us warily as he moves away.
I wince in pain as I shift the weight on my hurt leg, unwillingly letting out a pained grunt. “Miss Pierce is everything alright?” the teacher asks as he notices that I’m in pain.
“It was the twist in the air … I think my knee got hurt,” I explain, already pulling the edge of pants up to see what’s going on. The teacher gasps as he sees how swollen my knee is, then turns towards Sheila with a disapproving gaze.
“I hope you realize this means minus points for you, Miss Patel,” he informs her with disappointment written all over his fa
