Archie's pov:

It was time for pe. We were doing tennis. Not table tennis. Tennis. There's a difference. Anyways our pe teacher Mr Magoo is pretty nice because he lets us choose our teams and that.

I walked into the changing room and saw Jake in a corner. I placed my bag down on the bench and started to get changed.

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Me and Jake were going against each other in a tennis match so we were getting into teams. I am quite competitive and confident.

I didn't like to lose so I hoped that I wouldn't. Jake wasn't really bothered by pe even if he was good at it. Mr Magoo blew his whistle and we began to play. We kept on hitting the tennis ball back and forth. I was confident we were going to win.

Sweat was dripping down my forehead as I ran around hitting the ball each time it came to our side then I fell flat on my face. I heard the other team cheer. We were losing. Ugh. I got back up and continued to play.

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Our team lost 5 nil and I was pissed. My team was useless. No wonder we lost. I groaned.

I felt frustrated and glared at the other team who were celebrating their victory. Dickheads. "Fuck this shit." I growled, then the bell rang and I stomped out angrily. I was such a sore loser but I couldn't help it.I was just over confident I guess.

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