Saoirse took her place beside the boy and stood in silence, glaring at the climbing wall and the single chord that swung slowly in front of her. It looked potentially life threatening and she sure as hell wasn't going to risk her life over some girl pride. The wall had pieces of moulded plastic attached as hand and foot holds but the wood of the climbing frame looked ready to fall down to the ground as soon as people reached the top. She placed a foot on the hold and tested it by stamping slightly on it. The entire structure seemed to wiggle a bit. [i]Fuckin' hell. I'm not doin' this![/i] She grimaced at thought of the chords getting potentially tangled and everyone falling to their deaths. But then again, a bunch of teenagers she hated falling to their deaths wouldn't be so bad. It might get her a few days off school. She didn't want to be involved in said falling however.

The boy next to her prepared himself quickly by attaching the harness and chord to himself to himself but beside him stood Norlandia, a look of confusion and annoyance on her face as she stared up the frame. She gave a glance to Saoirse and thankfully, it was a look of 'lets GTFO' rather than one of 'Good luck!'. There was silence along the frame as everyone looked on, determined. 'Fuck this, hey' said Saoirse loudly. The coach, with his large beer belly and uncomfortably tight shorts, came jogging (and subsequently huffing and puffing) up beside her. 'Is there a problem here, Saoirse?' he demanded, his eyes clouded from the residue of some party drug. It wouldn't come to a surprise to anyone that the various broken needles around school grounds came from his heroin abuse.

'Aye. I'll die if I do this!' she growled. 'Nonsense!' snorted the coach. 'I built this myself last night'. [i]Some job, you drug addled wanker[/i]. 'It is a requirement of the school to take a part in these challenges unless you can cite a medical issue that prevents you from taking part. And you look fine to me, baby girl, if a little thin. Eat more, you'll get curves someday. Assets are needed by you ladies nowadays' he continued, lowering his voice at the part about her curves. Saoirse silently fumed to herself as she attached the harness and the chord. The coach moved onto another student struggling to attach a harness around her jowls. The Irish girl had already begun plotting, however. She glanced over at Norlandia and nodded. 

'I'm not doing this' she mouthed, giving the coach the middle finger when his back was turned. The bastard deserved it, talking about her getting curves.