Mowgli

The locker room smelled like feet and stale corn chips, but after another boring math period spent listening to Ms. Breaker drone on about converting fractions, feet and stale corn chips smelled like freedom. I longed to feel my muscles burn as I raced across the gym floor or the grass of the football field. Coach Harper would give us five minutes after the bell to get dressed and change into our gym clothes. Since Ms. Breaker’s room was near the boys’ gym and we had five minutes

A boy goes wild in the middle of gym class