Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 98/30: Tears of Frustration
I stopped jogging at the classroom door, and I opened the door. The teacher glared at me and saw the stack of papers with what looked like the homework assignment. The teacher pointed toward it with a raised eyebrow, and I opened my bag. I took out the homework and placed it on the pile doing a quick check to see if I put my name on it. I stopped myself from nodding when I saw it and began to walk to my desk.
The silence in the classroom only lasted a second longer after I sat at my desk before the teacher continued the lesson. I didn't particularly appreciate showing up late, and I pulled out the rest of the stuff needed and quickly began to take notes of the lesson. I lost myself again to it, and I smiled as I worked on the notes.
The class came to a quick end with the teacher not giving us homework for the weekend. The teacher dismissed us as the bell rang, and I smiled. At least I didn't have to worry about doing homework over the weekend. Soon would come class project season, though, and I was hoping there wouldn't be any group projects. I shuddered at the thought of that as I packed my bag.
I have always hated group projects since I never had a good group. It was always two to four other students telling me to do all the work. I wasn't about to put up with that anymore this year. I had already had enough of being walked all over, and I had decided before coming to school on the first day that I would not put up with anything. I would not be bullied, and I would stand up for myself in the best way possible.
I smiled as I walked toward the gym, and I threw those thoughts into the back of my mind. I was looking forward to more practice, but I was thinking about multiple things as a cramp hit me. I wanted to curse as my time of the month had been more mild than usual and my cramps not so bad. It just hit me with fury at this moment, and I almost bent over in pain.
I stood and continued walking for a minute while the cramping settled a little. The abruptness took me off guard, and I grabbed the pills from my bag, swallowing them quickly. I winced as I quickly moved down the hallways, reaching the teacher's locker room.
Upon entering, I moved to the toilet and changed the product inside of me before going back out to sit on the bench. I winced with the next cramp, and I wanted to lay down. I moved and lay on the bench while the cramp hit me like a truck. I winced again, and I closed my eyes as time passed.
My cramps subsided a little as I laid down when I heard the door open. "Is everything okay?" I heard Mrs. Grendier ask.
"Cramps," I replied with a monotone. "They are beginning to subside. I need five minutes. Is that okay, coach?" I asked.
"Okay, tell me if you don't think you can play today. They seem bad," Mrs. Grendier replied, and I shrugged.
I heard her close the door, and I took deep breaths as the cramps reinstated their desire to make me miserable. I laid back and let them subside as time passed while I laid down. I regretted the fact that I thought that the worst of my cramps had passed and I hadn't been taking my pills. This was an important time to get better at the game that I wanted to get better at. At this moment, I was stuck on the bench.
Time passed, and I had no idea how much time when the cramps stopped bothering me. I got up, and I changed as quickly as I could. I still went slower than normal as my cramps had just passed. I finished changing soon and headed out to the gym. Mrs. Grendier was sitting down on the floor with her phone out. It looked like she was serious about something when she saw me.
Mrs. Grendier put away her phone and asked, "Feeling better?"
"I am no longer cramping. I will let you know if it happens again," I told her seriously before continuing, "I want to do a jog to make sure I am okay before we start."
"Okay, I will do a light jog myself," Mrs. Grendier said, standing up, and I saw her stretch. I didn't this time and began to walk slowly, moving into a light jog. I didn't feel any cramps as I picked up speed, and soon I was running around the gym with Mrs. Grendier matching my jogging pace as I was about to pass her.
Mrs. Grendier ran around the gym with me, easily keeping my light pace, and we did several laps before she said, "Okay if you are feeling fine, we can start some practice."
I slowed down and walked over to the setup gear that she did by herself. I moved over, and Mrs. Grendier smiled, "Okay, since you were not feeling great, we won't work on your dives right now. However, you are making great progress on your saves. You had some good hustle yesterday." I smiled at the compliment as Mrs. Grendier continued, "You need to work on your recovery from leaping a little more to get back in position for the next rally. Today though, we will work on when things are going right and do setups for teammates." Mrs. Grendier smiled, "Your bumps are doing fine, but I noticed yesterday that you rarely volley when objectively; that is something that you would rather be doing since it is precise. You can control a volley more by regulating your strength and direction a lot easier than with a bump." I nodded, confirming that I was listening and absorbing her lesson.
"Good, now I want you to get in the habit first to volley when one of your teammates recovers. Then we can work on precision." Mrs. Grendier said. She quickly picked up a ball, and we began to practice. Time moved, and I was all over the court as Mrs. Grendier simulated different places on the court; one of my 'teammates' recovered the ball, too, and I ran to it; I would then volley it. It became the routine, and I quickly adapted to the point that I was getting there fairly quickly.
