I grabbed the belt and hooked it. My hoodie blocked it and it fell to the ground. And my fucking hair got in my mouth. 

Once I was finished, I ran to the field. When I was there, the teacher told us to huddle up and discuss our plans to play Tag Football.

"Okay, so anyone got any ideas?" David, the leader said. He was the shortest and I shipped him with his friend who I don't know.

"How about we throw the ball?" Ben, my friend said. He was short and had a dark sense of humor. The biggest feature about him was his scratches he got from falling on the ground for a victory dance. 

"Why can't we stab someone with the football?" The words flowed out of my mouth without my knowledge. David looked at me and cocked an eyebrow or unibrow.

"How about we don't give you the football. Ever?" He said, hands up. I laughed and nodded; good excuse for me not to play any nonsense game in P.E.