Lisa stood at the entrance of the gym, the sun pouring in through the large windows, illuminating the polished wood floor and bouncing off the trophy-studded cases. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, adjusting her perfectly styled hair as she eyed the clock ticking ever closer to third period. Dressed in her signature preppy attire — a crisp pink polo shirt with the collar popped just right, white shorts that showed off her toned legs, and pristine white Tretorns with a coordinating pink stripe — she felt a surge of confidence. However, with the recent streak of indoor gym classes due to the unpredictable weather, she assumed today would follow suit.
Upon entering the gym, Lisa heard the unmistakable sound of squeaking sneakers and the chatter of her peers. But her confidence deflated when the gym teacher, Mr. Thompson, announced that today’s class would take place outdoors on the practice football field. "No way," she thought, internally panicking. How could they expect her to participate in gym class outside in those mud-speckled conditions when she hadn’t prepared for it? She had meticulously planned her outfit for aesthetic appeal, not for tackling sweaty activities outside.
With a haughty flip of her hair, Lisa approached Mr. Thompson, her voice laced with feigned sweetness. "Mr. Thompson, I just don’t think it would be appropriate for me to, uh, participate in today’s activities given my… attire," she said, gesturing to her immaculate outfit. "I mean, these are brand new Tretorns," she pointed out, her condescension impossible to miss. "I simply can't risk ruining them, you understand, right?"
Mr. Thompson, who had dealt with enough students over the years to recognize a half-hearted excuse when he heard one, raised an eyebrow but seemed amused. "Lisa, I appreciate your concerns, but it’s important for everyone to participate. However, if you’d like, you can stay outside and observe the drills. That way, you’re still part of the class without risking your shoes," he replied, his tone neutral but firm.
“Fine,” she huffed, rolling her eyes as she strode outside, determined to maintain her dignity. Victory was hers — sort of. At least she wouldn’t have to do any goofy running or get overtly sweaty. As she settled in on the sidelines with her arms crossed, she tried her best to project an air of superiority to anyone who dared to glance in her direction.
But as fate would have it, while trying to shift her weight in her chosen spot, Lisa misjudged the uneven ground beneath her. In a disastrous moment that felt like slow motion, her foot slipped on a hidden patch of mud concealed by the blades of grass. Her body pitched forward, and she could only widen her eyes in disbelief as gravity claimed her. Thud! The impact was jarring; she landed smack in the mud with a resounding splatter that silenced the nearby chatter for just a moment.
Lisa’s pristine outfit was now an unsightly mess. The mud clung to her clothing, the once-bright white shorts now a splotchy brown, and her beloved Tretorns were utterly ruined.
“Ugh! Are you kidding me?” she shrieked, her face flushing with humiliation and fury. She shot glances at her classmates, who were trying to stifle their laughter. “This is just ridiculous! Why didn’t someone warn me about the mud? You could’ve at least put up a sign or something!” she fumed, her voice echoing across the field as if it were the fault of every student and teacher present.
Pointing an accusing finger, she continued, “This is all your fault! How could you let me stand here in such a mess? This is so unfair!” She wiped her hands against the grass in a futile attempt to rid herself of the mud, but the more she tried, the more smeared it became across her clothes.
Disgust bubbled within her. “I can’t believe this. My whole day is ruined because of this stupid class! This is absolutely disgusting! Why can’t anyone do their job right around here?” she huffed, overwhelmed by embarrassment and frustrated by her own carelessness. Clenching her jaw, she knew she needed to reconsider her attire for the gym from now on but part of her would cling stubbornly to her preppy image, despite the mud.