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This is going to be pretty much my exact words that I wrote down in English, because I'm too lazy to rewrite it differently =P :

"Because you're (Nik) annoying me so much, and I can't even get a chance to tell my story I'm gonna write it down. On the way to gym after lunch, this one girl was running around talking animatedly about a fight, and no one had to the heart to tell her it was already over so Lisa told her (Haha just kidding, Lisa isn't heartless). We sat around for 15-20 minutes waiting for Mr.Fleck to hurry up and get the soccer equipment. Eventually when we did get out onto the field of dead grass and dead dreams, it was very windy. My first thought was, "Gee, Charlene's gonna get blown away to the world of Oz, and Elphaba, and Glinda, and such. So after another 15-20 minutes of standing around and goofing off, Mr.Flick moved us into competitive, and non-competitive teams. Since I was on the same team as Moussa, Katie and Lisa, I said "We're a quad". When I saw we were on the team opposite of David, this one rather tall, big fellow I'm vaguely scared of, I was tempted to say Squee. So during the whole "OMGNOWAIIIIII" thing whenever the ball came by our goal post, I finally tried to get the ball away from someone. That person was Philip ("Get back here, you fatty" Geana Hanson's bf) and I crashed into him, fell down and started to cry. I'm just kidding about that last part, but I wanted to. It felt like I was hit by a car. Then I was in a lot of pain, but I kept going, despite the fact my team was completely miserable, no one even wanted to try. Then I fell down again after I tripped over a mound of dirt, which resulted in much more pain. Then I kept tripping over my own feet, hurting my feet each time I kicked the ball, getting smacked around all over the field by teammates, opponents, and the ball. One of the saddest parts was the one where the ball rebounded off of me and into my onw team's goal. Oh wait, no, it would have to been when I tripped myself over David's foot. No seriously, he kicked the ball, then I went towards it, fell over his leg. That was only the third time I fell down. After that I accidently slammed into him, fell down really hard, and I could have sworn my brain turned upside down. Then Mr.Flea, finally let us go inside because it was raining. The clouds were darkening and gathering during the whole game...Come to me clouds...just kidding. There was gloomy atmosphere the whole time, and so the depressing mood was only made worse by the fact I was trying so hard for nothing. My efforts, suffering, and tears were for naught. Then things became even more awkward and sad in the main gym. Everyone was being cynical or cruel or both. There were two more fights apparently, one I didn't see outside, and one I saw inside. My pain only multiplied and just as I was about to off myself, the class was over.