Daydreamin

Once arrived at school, with my heart beating wildly, I stepped into the classroom and headed for my seat. "Morning, Berlin.", I gave a stiff smile to Sarah, the class leader. "Yes, morning."

Kringg kringg

Not long ago I sat down, the school bell ringing, signaling that it was time to enter the first lesson. "I heard that today's exercise is learning gymnastic movements," Sarah said to my classmates, "Then this lesson will definitely boring." a boy answered in an unenthusiastic tone. Whatever the material, it seems I will still hate this subject. You still remember the reason, right?

Social 3A -my class-, Social 3B, and also Science 3D gathered together in the school's main soccer field. Today's lesson begins with group exercises. "As you have heard from your class leaders, today's lesson is warming-up and cooling-down in gymnastics. Everyone line up according to class and stretch your hands out, for the class leaders, come forward to be the guide for each class." Mr. Sugeng's words were followed by shouts of understanding from the students. 

Half an hour of class is well spent. I almost breathed a sigh of relief if Maudy didn't raise her voice in the middle of class. "Please change the gym guide, sir! We're bored!" shouted Maudy who was followed by applause from the students. Pak Sugeng agreed with the idea and allowed each class to choose one exercise guide. "3A CHOOSE BERLIN TO BE YOUR GYM GUIDE PLEASE!" Maudy's screams invited chaos. Instantly the class boys pushed me to go in front of the field, Mr. Sugeng, who saw it, looked indifferent -in fact, he also pulled me to come forward-. I can hear the laughter of the students from all over the field. Maudy and her close friends, even almost all the students in the field, kept on commenting on my gymnastic moves in front.

"Can you really move it or not!"

"Look at Berlin, like a robot."

"Absolutely ridiculous, hahaha."

"Berlin ugly movement!"

"It should have been like this all along to make class fun!"

No, I can't take it anymore. My body struggles to stop shaking. The scornful looks from everyone, their shout all humiliated me. I ran off the field to the bathroom. When I got there, the shout of the students still echoed, even now they were mixed together with all the whisper that arose in my head. The bathroom I went to at this time was getting darker and cramped. The more I endured, the voices grew louder.