“Ah, gym class. All the sweating and exercise and everything. Oh boy.”
Mycel told himself as he followed his classmates. It was obvious where they were going if they were going to have a gym class. Not the classic phone booth where a certain hero with a red cape would change into his tights. It was their own version of that phone booth-not just a blue phone box with their school logo on it, of course- the lockers. Where everyone would walk out with gym suits.