I was 7 years old when my mother bought white huge bows to send me to school. I had a beautiful school uniform: a black neat dress to the knees with white cuffs and a collar, as well as a snow-white apron. And I waited for this day with such impatience, as if it was a huge holiday. But literally a couple of days before September 1, I got jaundice. And I went to school a year later, barely wearing a dress. For a year, it was not enough for me ...

So, when my peers were 16-17 years old, I already turned all 18. I was no different from them, except that I developed a little faster, and I looked more harmonious, but it seems to me that it was because of the physical culture that I loved very much.
I liked to run, play sports like volleyball. I remember the sensations when you climb a rope, it was breathtaking. The main thing is not to look down, just move your arms and legs. And then, once and - the ceiling. And you are so high, and below all so small. Jumped over the goat. Many girls were afraid. Me not. She ran, kicked off, jumped, spread her legs apart, pushed off the projectile and landed. I see nothing complicated.

Somehow in the lesson was checking. And the teacher built the “Obstacle Course”, I don’t remember well what was included there, but in the end there was a “goat”. The girls begged him not to jump. Alexander Alexandrovich, that was the name of the teacher (we called him “Sasha in the square” among themselves), he allowed. Tester was a nice young guy. And I wanted to show myself ... I jumped, jumped, but did not think that no one would insure me. A projectile staggered and almost fell on me, lying on the mat. Scared. The teacher got even more scared, ran up to me. I thought that he would scold him, but he was convinced that everything was fine and calmed down.

Once played with the class in "Truth or Action." If the first, then a tricky question is asked like: “Did you have sex?”, “Did you do blowjob?”, “Which condoms do you like?” And in the same spirit. If you do not want to answer, you must fulfill the desire of the lead. Someone shifted their duty, someone was at home, they thought to kiss someone from the class (sometimes girls kiss girls), and then they remembered that the next lesson is physical education. And they began to make hugs with a physical teacher. I remember many girls received this task, but I did not. And then, they surrounded him and began to hug in turns. With his consent, of course. He was confused, but he agrees. Even then I thought that I would not embrace him. He was a young guy under 30 years old. Light brown hair, blue eyes, medium build. For me, this was nothing special.

There were almost no boys in our class. When we played sports, the teacher chose two captains and allowed them to select team members in turn. They were happy, they joked that they would choose a “harem” for themselves. And they did it with a look that seemed not to play at all. I was chosen one of the first. They knew that I would play no interest. When the ball flew some girls could just step aside. I was angry with them. I had to run around the field to cover the gaps. Playing together or together for six was difficult, but interesting.

One day, I sprained my leg. Had the whole game to sit on the bench.

- Wounded, how are you? - the teacher has sat down to me.

- All is well, almost no pain.

- Go to the medical center. Who knows ...

- Yes, do not ..., - I stubbornly.

- Mira (this is my name), that’s right! I spend it myself, otherwise you will not reach it ..., - he smiled and whistled, - Out! Swap places.

I cringed. I do not like the medical center, they will also lead me as a small one. The teacher appointed one of the classmates as a judge and got up from the bench with the words:

- Let's go!

- Where?

- Let's show your leg to the doctors.

- So they do not work today! - I lied.

- How so?

- So like this...- I blushed and lowered my eyes.

- Okay, let's go to the coaching.

- What for?

- Mira, how many questions you ask! - he shook his head and went forward, I, slowly stepping over, dragged behind him. It was still a little painful to step on the foot.

In the coaching room, I sat down on a chair, the fizruk took off my sneaker and began to feel the foot. Then, slightly pressed on the ankle, then harder.

- Painfully?

- Yes.

- No fracture. You will be careful a couple of days and everything will pass!

The bell rang. The kids rushed into the locker rooms, but slowed down at the coaching door ajar. The teacher, paying no attention to them, put my shoes back on me and stood up.

- You can go. - He turned to the class. - You can all go!

When I passed the boys' dressing rooms, I heard how they hooted. And the girls met me with a question: “What did you do there?” They joked, threw mysterious glances. I called them "fools". I think that it was clear that there was nothing between us. But they are not so interested. They need intrigue, gossip. So they began to giggle, making us a couple. I did not meet with anyone, which was rare in our environment, so they really liked “Sasha's fiancé”. This gossip stuck to me like a bath leaf. I first tried to explain, and then - scored. Calm themselves, over time.

Somehow I tried to do a headstand, but I could not manage to keep balance. The teacher came up and took me by the legs, I was in my socks. Along the way, he told the class about the exercise. I heard a giggle, my hands trembled and I slipped out of his hands, fell on the mat. I slipped out, but the pants stayed with him. He confusedly handed them to me. There was silence in the hall. Sure that the whole class looked at us. And this is the moment when I finally fell behind me!

And it all started with a new force. There were rumors around the school that we were seen kissing, that we were meeting. Everyone was interested in the details. I denied everything, but they did not believe me.

It cost the teacher to tell me something during the lesson - this immediately equated with a declaration of love. As soon as he straightened my hand, showing others how to do the exercise correctly, it was a sign of passion.

Sometimes a lot of balls were used in class. The duty officer then collected them and carried them to the utility room. This time was my turn. I brought them and folded against the wall.

- Mira, it's good you're here! - I heard the voice of the teacher behind my back and turned round sharply.

- Why do you need me?

- I have one question for you. Immediately you can not answer ...

He came closer. I felt blood cling to my face. I do not even know why it happened. There was a stifled giggle behind the door. We were watched. Fizruk thoughtfully looked in the direction of the door, then took me by the elbow and invited me to step aside, where we would not be seen or heard.

- You would not want to join the school volleyball team?

“I ...,” he looked straight into my eyes. I did not expect this question.

- I'm not waiting for an answer right now! Think about it, okay? - The teacher touched my shoulder. - If you make up your mind, come by 5 pm on Tuesday or Friday.

He opened the door and the girls from my class recoiled from it. I watched him go and I felt funny. They inflated such gossip, and he saw in me a good physical form and, all that interested him: would I play as a team. Smiling mysteriously, I went out into the corridor, my classmates showered me with questions: “Kissed?”, “Hugging?”, “Why did you blush?”, “I called for a date?”. I told them nothing. Let them suffer!

At the appointed time, I came to the gym. The game has already begun. Sitting on the bench, I began to consider those present. There were few people. I knew someone from school, I saw some for the first time. There were young men who had finished school long ago. The teacher was nowhere to be seen. Deciding that he had not come yet, I began to watch the game.

3 on 3 guys played. The ball flew out of the field and rolled to me. I took it to throw the players, but one of them has already jumped to me.

- Well done, that came! I'm glad to see you! - he took ...