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Gym Class

Standing in the locker room, Tim huddled in close to his locker as he pulled out his little gym bag. It was a navy color and shinned with the look of new. The only reason Tim had bought the thing was because of this class. Never having done an athletic thing in his life, this was the first time he had ever had to come to grips with not only his body but the harsh taunting of his classmates. Thin as a twig, but a surprising six feet tall, Tim tried to hide his face behind his long, wavy curls of dark red hair. Although his face was only sparsely speckled with tiny freckles on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose, Tim did have a porcel