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kevin spencer was at school, surprisingly. it was PE, and he was changed out into his PE uniform. it was old and unwashed, and was kept in a duffel bag for a long time. it felt weird wearing, and kevin was uncomfortable. whenever he'd actually attend PE, he'd usually sit on the bleachers, smoke, and do random stuff on his school computer. because of that, his grade in this class was not the best. none of his classes had good grades anyway, since he barely attended school and because he was a chain-smoking, alchohic, sociopath. he entered the gym late. his classmates were already doing different activities like volleyball and stuff. he didn't really care, and didn't really focus on what they'd do, because he just wanted to sit on the bleachers again and wait for PE to be over. he didn't want to play with his classmates, and he didn't care about his grades, so he sat on the bleachers. he took his school computer from his bag and opened it, only to find that it was dead. he stared at the screen for a while, hoping it would turn on, but it never did. he shoved it back into his bag, and looked around the gym. there were the people playing who always played volleyball right in front of him. most of them are in an actual team though, so he looked elsewhere. a small group of people were playing badminton, but they didn't have a net and were just hitting the shuttlecock around. kevin thought he could maybe join them, since they seemed like they weren't really doing it as pros and were doing it for fun (and maybe for their grade.) he slowly walked down from the bleachers towards the group. they were just about the hit the shuttlecock up again before kevin approached them. kevin was suddenly filled with self-conscious fear, standing there awkwardly while thinking of what exactly he's going to say and how he'll say it. the group stares at him, wondering why he's here. kevin eventually says that he wants to join them. fortunately, they agree, and hand him a racket. they continue to play like normal, and kevin stands there with a racket in hand. he looks around at the people in the group, trying to hold his racket the same way they are. he watched the shuttlecock fly in the air, though occasionally someone would miss it and it would fall. like most people would do, the people in the group would hit the shuttlecock to their best friends, or to someone they're comfortable with. kevin usually was not targetted at, which was both a good and bad thing. however, when someone hit the shuttlecock too fast, the person receiving hit it towards kevin. he wasn't paying attention, thinking that he wouldn't hit the shuttlecock once. when he finally noticed the shuttlecock was flying in his direction. he quickly hit the shuttlecock out of panic, though that's what he thought. he missed the shuttlecock entirely on account of he's a chain-smoking alcoholic and his coordination is way off. the shuttlecock flew past him, landing on the floor. he didn't look behind himself, but he knew it fell. he was embarrassed. he swung for the shuttlecock but missed. some of the people in the group laughed, the others stayed quiet as to be polite. kevin was mad. kevin knew that the laughing was directed at him. instead of swinging the racket to hit a shuttlecock, he swung as hard as he could at the person standing next to him, a warning for the others. he hit them with the racket some more until they were unconscious on the ground before tossing the racket away. his warning worked, as no one in the group was laughing anymore. he started walking back to the bleachers and grabbed his stuff. while walking out of the gym, he turned around to look at the group. they weren't laughing anymore. he continued walking.