This would be what I was referring to earlier.
When pirates play basketball, do they make hook-shots?
The gym was empty. Every Friday afternoon it was silent. It still smelt of sweaty boys. The good thing was that when the girls came in to play it changed the dank odour to something a little more pleasant. I jogged the length of the hall, just hearing my feet bouncing on the floor then I jump…
Tumblr killed my theme. That kinda blows.