I end up waiting till everyone finds a pair first, and settle for being paired up with whoever else is left.
As it turns out, the geek is unassuming enough to be considered harmless, so he got paired early on by one of the female students he was already aqainted with probably having done this before in earlier sporting club terms.
"I was worried about this. You're new here, aren't you Zack?", the teacher asks me.
"Yes.", I try to control my social anxiety.
"Well, we usually have the same people attending this club from your class, but now with you here, the numbers are uneven."
"Wait, am I unable to do gymnastics?"
"No, it should be fine, but you'll have to partner with me."
"Yeah, and what's wrong with that?"
"Oh, well if you're fine with it, then we can practice together."
"Sure thing."
Now with that settled, I remember that I'm lost again suddenly, and start seeking for what it is I feel like I am neglecting.
Is there anything from my previous world that I could still be responsible for, or make myself responsible for again even if I don't have to be?
"Okay class, today we will be warming up with roly polies as usual, for those who can't do so properly on their own yet, remember that you don't have to be perfect, this is the first sports day of the term afterall."
The teacher then claps, and the girls and other boy start doing roly polies. I hear a lot of laughter amongst those who fail and fall to the side instead of forwards.
"Do you know how to do a roly poly, Zack?"
"Ummm, I can't even remember the last time I did one. Decades?"
"Decades! Hahaha, you crack me up, you're not even two decades old yet."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Okay, let me show you."
She squats down and gestures me to follow next to her,.
"So, a good technique to make things easier is by using your arm first, either one, and bringing it straight down past your opposite foot behind you from below, like this."
I copy her.
"Next, you just tuck your chin in while leaning forward.", her voice becomes muffled as she does this.
"And then by lifting your heels first, you just roll into it like this.", and she does the forward roll.
I get ready to do, and my body suddenly remembers the feeling I used to get from doing a physical activity infront of others growing up. That embarrassing (or is it exciting?) feeling of possibly messing up or fear of hitting my head landing wrong, makes me hestitate at first, but then thefeeling is replaced by my experience from years of training to master using my body in these situations, and my fear is subsided.
I don't expect to do well on this first attempt, but I'll just try again if I do.
*flop*
I feel like an idiot.
"Ahaha, that was a good first attempt, you'll get there eventually with that speed, you just need to find your balance."
Damn it, that was pathetic. I'm one of the last men standing at the end of the world, what is-...Why am I taking this seriously?
This is so stupid, it's as if I'm giving into the tendencies of a student role, but this isn't me. I need to know why I'm even doing any of this in the first place.
I freeze, but the teacher notices my abscent mindedness.
"Zack, is something wrong?"
"N-no. There's nothing wrong."
I decide to get the warm up out of the way to not ruin the mood, but I do feel like changing my mind and up and leaving the school now that I feel how pointless and braindead this situation is.
"Oh! I like the determination."
I get laughs each time I fail, I don't even know why they find it funny, but it isn't bothering me, they're all immature kids who love to hate.
However... that was a lie, it does bother me. I feel like taking my anger out on them by having something to show off. She spoke of determination, so I guess I'll show them where exactly it comes from.
In the heat of my impatentness, I almost roll over the foot of my teacher.
Of all the things to take my anger out on, this is pretty stupid, when are we getting to the next activity?
"Okay class, the 2 minute warmup is up. Next is to bring out the mats and monkey bars."
Everyone then makes their way over to the sports equipment room and helps each other carry the equipment. Being far away from the room on the otherside of the hall, I jog over with the same heaviness in my chest motivating me to move stronger.
I grab two matresses on my own, yanking them quickly to bring them over to the spots next to where I see the girls placing them.
"Remember, one at a time, and the moment you fall from the monkey bars, that's the end of your turn."
I cut first in line, expecting myself to be able to do the whole thing, I place my hand on the first bars, and take my legs off the edge of the platform to start dangling from above the matresses.
"What?!", I'm weak.
My strength isn't at all the same as it was in my previous body only 4 days ago when I was still alive.
If this is some sort of afterlife, then even if I were to train myself back to my former physical performance, I'm just going to loose all the gains the moment I 'move on', whatever the condition for that is.
Actually, who's to say that my life before dying was even a life? What if that was also an afterlife and I still haven't been born yet? What do I have to do to get to the real world?
Is any of this really real? How could it be if I am given so many unrealistic second chances? It's unsettlingly convenient that everyone forgot my first impression I gave them, so there's no way I simply went back in time, especially considering the fact that the signs of judgement don't exist within the timeline of this world.
*Fall*
I look down at my hands, and calluses are starting to form on them.
...
Where am I?