So began PE and already Tohru was grimacing loathsome of any physical activity whatsoever. It did help to lessen the load that her friend was there, but that still didn't mean she was hating PE any less. Just the thought of pushing her body through the threshold of running, jumping, push-ups or whatever was on the agenda was a torment far worse than Russian interrogation. Standing beside her pink haired roomie, Tohru observed the two teachers crossing the field. One of them she could tell off the bat was a grade A royal b*tch, while the other, a little bit cuter and easier to look at for Tohru, trailed behind the scowling woman like a whipped pup. [i]Heh! damn....she must be the bottom in this relationship.[/i] Tohru grinned on the inside with her snarky attitude, barely even acknowledging the drawn out lecture about the girls needing to be in physical shape and keeping a healthy and fit lifestyle. Please...the most exercise Tohru had ever got was either strumming her guitar like a madwoman or usually running from the Tokyo Police. She felt a small, yet soft hand wrap around hers and away she went following behind Mira as they walked towards the other students. By that time, Tohru was given the choice of her poison, either straggling through an hour long run around the track spanning the entire field or.....volleyball. [i]Oh my! Both just sound soooo...wonderful....[/i] She sarcastically remarked to herself, and what would be her option? As always, Tohru chose neither.

"Yeah...I'd rather sit this one out.. Catch you later." Quietly she whispered to Mira before the girl walked away to set up the net poles. Tohru glanced around the field, at least looking for a place to chill, when she found it, a perfectly empty bench on the sidelines, her name practically written on it. [i]And now to turn PE into Nap-Time 1312.[/i] Casually, she slipped away from the other girls and made her way to the bench, a triumphant sneer crossing her face, but instantly she froze in place when a booming female voice and a shrill piercing whistle assaulted her eardrum, her sneer twisting into a glance of terror. "Honada-san! Where do you think you're going?" Slowly, the girl inched around to meet her ultimate demise at the sensei's hand, staring fearfully into the glare behind those thin, yet intimidating glasses. "Uh well...you see I um....." She fumbled through her words, looking for some sure-fire way out of this, gulping in air as Himeji-sensei's glare narrowed into daggers. "My uh.....my ankle's been bugging me lately you know, and I don't wanna put too much stress on it."

"Oh?" Himeji-sensei replied sharply. "And [i]what[/i] happened to your ankle exactly, Honada-san?" Crap! She wasn't buying it! Tohru was screwed! She had no way of getting out of this. "To the volleyball court, Honada-san! Hustle up!" Damn! Defeated! "Ugh....yes Himeji-sensei." Tohru ducked her head with a bitter scowl of her own and grumbled all the way stomping over to the court. She was right, this teacher was a grade A b*tch, and already Tohru had incurred her wrath. PE was bound to be Hell now. [i]GRRR!! F*ckin' f*cksticks! Maybe I'll get lucky and the damn thing'll knock me out...[/i] And just to add insult to injury...there [i]she[/i] was ....the chick who kissed Mira's hand in front of her, undoubtedly to mark her as the one Mira was conversing with earlier. This was just more sandpaper to chide Tohru's backside. "Oh well what do ya know? Prince Charming's here." She defiantly smarted off taking her stand next to the athletic girl, slightly dwarfed by the shadow looming over her, yet still not backing down.