I hate sports. I hate them so so much! Today there was a test for the whole 9th grader today and sprint was one of them. And well, I cried. Yeah, there was this kid from class A, (I'm from class B) he made fun of me right before I started running! He didn't mention my name but I knew he was talking about me. Yes he's freakin' rich and smart! but he doesn't need to make fun of people! I ran with 4 other people, and I was the only girl! Of course I was way behind them! So I cried when I was at the finished line. A few of my classmates ran over to me, and comforted me for a while. There were 2 more chances, but I wasted one of them. I didn't walk back to the sarting line, because I don't want to see his face at that time. After the first 5 or 10 people from my class ran, it was almost my turn and then my crush came over and comfort me and I cried again (lol) and then some of my friends came and asked what happened and I told them. That guy from class A is my crush's best friend, so he talked to him. But you know what he sid? he said "I didn't make fun of her!" yeah whatever. and I finally ran, when I walked to the starting line my crush was the first person there to support me and he gave me tips on how to run. I wanted to hug him and say thank you so so much or maybe just squel there but lol naaah, nobody at my school (except my sister) knows that i have a crush on him. After that my mood was better, and it's all because of him (my crush, not that kid from class A - he gave me bad mood)!