Of course Reiko hadn't intended on hitting someone else, In her defense, the girl she hit seemed to take it well, or about as well as one could take being hit with a decent sized ball travelling at slightly above average speeds. But, at least the game was underway, if indeed it could be called a game. A comedy of errors would be one way to describe it, but Reiko wasn't about to compare a game no one really seemed to care much about to classical Shakespearean comedies. Though she did briefly wonder if she could pass for one of the Antipholus brothers or if she'd be relegated to playing Adriana or Luciana, should she ever be cast in a performance. 

[b]WHAM[/b]

Reiko felt a sharp pain and then the cool embrace of the field. What cruel irony to be undone by the same maneuver that she had done to a fellow player, though this one - unbeknownst to her - was the fault of her own team captain. It was doubtful that Kotone cared or had even noticed, though Reiko remained on the grass for a longer period of time than the first girl to get hit had. That she could see that she was on the ground, as evidenced by her vision being a bunch of socks, shoes, and legs, she knew she wasn't unconscious, unless her mind simply showed her slightly out of focus images of legs in her unconscious state. Which wouldn't be so bad, Reiko was a leg aficionado, though that was kept incredibly close to heart. 

Regardless of her state of being, the piercing whistle entered the scene again and with it the cranky tones of Himeji-sensei. "Pack it up, ladies, go get changed. Next time we're coming up with an actual lesson plan. Ishida, get off the ground, you'll get your shorts dirty and then you might have to actually follow dress codes." Himeji blew her whistle and stomped off, muttering under her breath how unprepared she was as she stomped off towards the track, whereupon Toshiya-sensei could be seen actually raising her voice towards Himeji, inaudible from the volleyball nets, but it was abundantly clear that Toshiya-sensei held the power between those teachers. 

With a rather anti-climactic end, gym came to a close for the day; Himeji-sensei had decided to simply call the class when it was made known that the most any group actually did was toss the ball around while engaging in conversations or otherwise shirking the physical side of physical education. Whatever the case, lunch was next and, given the fact that it was following gym, lunch was a bit longer than the morning classes to account for students changing and purchasing or otherwise acquiring their meals. 

With a final blow of the whistle, gym was over for the day. Students began showing more effort, running towards the changing rooms or towards the school building, and who could blame them, really. Lunch was the first time all day where they could interact with friends in other classrooms, could idle around outside in the quad, enjoy a freshly prepared meal from the chefs, and generally forget the fact that following lunch came the more boring lessons to finish the day. 

The next time the bell rang it would be to signal the five minutes before class resumed, but until then the day was the students'. The cafeteria today was offering a Back to School Special. Students could choose their selection and enjoy a little sweet treat on the side - that was the special. The other special was a curry dish, but the school offered the standard items, right down to rice and red bean breads. 

Except for one Reiko Ishida who seemed quite content to simply rest on the ground. The pain had subsided, but only the physical. And besides, the blurriness was going away, and the view was much better down here than it would have been if she had opted to stand. Bloomers really weren't a bad thing at all...on others, anyway.