Now this means war (Elizabeta)

[Abel Serban]

Abel sighed as he made his way to the gym. It had been the same crap for most of the day, the endless whispers seemed to have increase today, and on top of that it seemed like everyone was avoiding him more then usual. Oh well, I guess it can't be helped. He shook the thought out of his head as he stepped into the gymnasium. He gave a quick glance out the window to see the storm that started in the morning had gone almost to a full rage. He looked around to notice all the students in the class had gathered into the room.

Well I doubt we'll be having class outside. Giving another glance at the window. I hope. Abel thought for a second over it when he saw there instructor step in front the class. It was then he started to explain what today's exercise. Dodge ball, huh? Violence, 'teamwork', and things the size of a humans head. Sounds about right for this school.

He sighed as the class was divided into two teams and game started. Before Abel could blink it seemed everything had erupted into chaos. Scrambling to avoid being hit by the red sphere that shot past him. He tried to move through the room with being hit, hoping to just survive the class.

[Elizabeta Hedervary]

Elizabeta grinned while smoothing out her white shorts gym was probably one of her favorite classes right next to her shop class. She rubbed her hands together and continued to grin and watch as the teacher started dividing people as evenly as possible some girls, however, did not like the number they where given and went on the opposite side.

Elizabeta went to her assigned side and looked at a boy who was new to the school and was on the opposite side as she was. Before the game had started he seemed to observe the ball with much amusement. The whistle blew and she grinned and ran towards where the red balls where and picked one up and used it to deflect a ball that had come to hit her. Elizabeta moved in various positions to avoid being hit. Liz gripped the ball and swung it with all her mite to the opposite team. She turned to grab another ball , not really caring where the other one she threw had hit or whom it had hit, she grabbed another one and swung it with as much force as the last one in to the crowd of people.

[Abel Serban]

Abel continued to duck in between the crowd of students. It would have been one thing if he was a fan of gym, but the teacher seemed to go out of his way to make it as far from any definition of artistic as he possibly could. But who was he to complain, all Abel had to do was survive and hope to avoid any form of injuries the best he could. He fell backwards to the floor as a ball zoomed past him with enough force to knock out any of the upper class students. He quickly scrambled to his feet to continue to avoid for his life.

He was able to grasp one of the large balls that had shot by him, and lodged it toward the other side of the group. He barely had enough time to move out of the way of another ball that zoomed past his head. He dashed behind another group as he tried to keep track of where everything was coming from. Taking a few steps back, he jumped when a ball from the other side sent his hat flying, barely missing him as he turned toward the other side. “Okay this isn’t a game anymore.” Grabbing the ball from that bounced behind him, and scanning for a likely target from where the ball had been shot from. Tossing the ball as fast as he can; as a fire erupted in his red eyes.