Title:           Normal Norman - 2nd Period Football Game
Author:          BossSheep
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First Edit:      Thursday 19th of June 2014 01:14:22 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 13th of July 2016 11:36:32 PM CDT

>Be Norman.
>It's a Wednesday.
>Midweek slump has hit the school.
>Time is dragging its feet worse than the students today.
>You look at the clock.
>Is it 3 o'clock yet?
>ha, no.
>Fucking time.
>Ms. Cheerilee is droning on about C.S. Lewis.
>Nobody is paying attention though.
>Even Purple, sitting beside you, is falling asleep at her desk.
>You slowly shift your gaze around the classroom.
>Everyone is either sleeping, doodling, or working.
>Wait, working?
>Brad is fucking hard at work over at his desk.
>He's no good student. What the hell?
>He turns to face you for a second.
>When he turns to look at you, he flashes you a wide grin and gives you a thumbs up.
>No, what the hell is he doing?
>He turns back to his work for a moment, grabs something, and holds it under his arm for you to see.
>It's a paper football.
>He turns his head back and nods at you, placing the football back on his desk and continuing his folding.
>Shit, that was a challenge.
>Brad, you're fucking going down.
>You grab some loose paper from inside your notebook and begin folding yourself.
>Fuck time, you have more important things to do.
 
>After some time passes, you and Brad both have about 20 footballs each.
>He nods at you.
>You nod back.
>Both of you glance up front at Cheerilee. She has her back turned, writing notes on the board and still talking about C.S. Lewis.
>Now or never.
>Brad readies his football and you ready your goalposts by arranging your hands, index fingers aimed upward and thumbs meeting.
>He lines up his shot...
>SCORE! Norman 0, Brad 1.
>That's not good. You can't have Brad in the lead already.
>He readies his posts and you take aim with your first paper football.
>Brad is a fair distance away, easily three columns over and one seat to closer to the front as opposed to you being in the last row.
>There's no wind, so no compensation needed there.
>You flick the paper triangle towards the goal.
>...
>MISS! 0-1.
>Shit. Wipe that smile off your smug face, you Bradical bastard.
 
>Several shots later, you made a comeback only for Brad to take the lead from you within a few shots after.
>You're each down to your last 4 footballs.
>Cheerilee has either not noticed or simply doesn't care, which is fantastic.
>Most of the students between the two of you have noticed the footballs flying and become invested in your game.
>Most of them were cheering for Brad naturally.
>But you won over a couple fans with some tricky shots, so you can't complain.
>Down to your last two footballs each.
>It' Brad's turn and the score is tied, 12-12 now.
>He shoots, and the paper triangle soars at high speed right through your fingers.
>It passes by your head as it flies through. 13-12.
>Your next shot also makes it, although just barely. 13-13.
>His shot misses as the spectators are on the edges of their seats.
>You need to make this shot now. If not, you will bear a shame that is greater than even being known as a racist.
>You will be forced to bear the shame of losing to Brad.
>You hear some moaning and stretching behind you.
>You turn and look to find Purple waking up from her nap. Brad's football most have hit her in the head.
>She's examining the oragami with interest
>Does she even know what paper football is?
>You hold up your fingers as goal posts and indicate her to toss it through.
>She sends it through, although a little clumsily.
>You tell her to do the same, and when she does, indicate that you flick it at the back to get more force.
>She smiles at this new knowledge.
>...A devious plan forms. Perhaps you can get Purple to take your shot for you and make Brad suffer defeat even greater than yours would be if you miss.
>You're not confident in the way you operate under pressure anyway, so it's worth a try.
>You make hand gestures at Purple. You point to the football, then indicate back towards Brad, who is currently with raised posts.
>She nods with a cute little smile.
>You hand her your last football and watch her take aim.
>She even goes as far as to close one eye and stick out her tongue.
>The tension in the air is mounting. Everyone is on edge. This is a real nail-biter.
>Purple takes the shot!
>It soars gracefully through the air!
>It's going to make it!
>It's already decided! It's lined up perfectly...!
>But at the last second, a textbook swats it out of the air and spikes it into the floor at Brad's feet.
>No. Nonononononono. You won! This can't happen!
>Cheerilee speaks up
>"Mr. Normal and Mr. Sentry, I expect to see the both of you after class."
>Shit.
>You can hear Brad's silent cheering from here.
>God fucking dammit Brad.
>You'll be damned if you let him count this as a win.
>You plant your face down on your desk and look up at the clock.
>It's only been 20 minutes.
>You'll beat him in followup game in detention...