class. My stomach looked funny with my T-shirt tucked into my shorts, and I didn’t like being forced to change clothes in a smelly locker room. We girls were very careful to keep our hair sprayed and our clothes clean. Those of us who were allowed to wear makeup were careful about applying blush and powder so that our faces would look just right. Almost all of us showered after class with soap and shampoo. As far as I could tell, our hygiene was nearly perfect. So, why did the locker room smell like feet?
Holding my nose and trying to snort the locker room smell out of my nostrils, I walked onto the soccer field with the rest of the class one day. My friend Melanie bumped me on the elbow and asked, “Are you gonna get your picture taken tomorrow?”
I let go of my nose and coughed. “My mom is sewing me a dress,” I replied, nodding. “She said we could send new pictures to my grandparents.”
Melanie’s brown eyes widened. “Your mom knows how to sew?”
I proudly grinned and answered, “Yup.” I knew not many mothers owned their own sewing machine.
Here’s the part that I hated most about gym class, even more than the stinky locker room: playing sports. I was awful at it. I didn’t like running around and getting sweaty, especially at school with other people watching.
So, when Mrs. Johnston the gym teacher held a soccer ball in the air and announced that we were going to divide up into teams, I squinched my eyes shut and tilted my head back in a silent groan. Why couldn’t Mrs. Johnston just be absent today so we could have a substitute that would let us just read a book if we wanted to?
Melanie was good at playing sports, and since she was my friend, she’d choose me anytime we had to pick teams. Otherwise, I was always picked last. So, I was really dreading this.
Unfortunately, Laura and Miranda, the two tallest girls in class, picked the teams. Yes, I was picked last.
Mrs. Johnston marched onto the middle of the field and gave the ball to Laura and Miranda so they could face off. I looked across the field to Melanie, where she was crouched and waiting with the other team, and gave her a pouty face. She covered her mouth and giggled.
The team captains kicked the ball into action, and everyone on both teams scurried around the field like ants in an anthill that had just been stepped on. That is, almost everyone—I mainly just shuffled my feet and waited for class to be over.
Before I realized what was happening, a blunt force hit my face hard near my eye. Classmates ran to me and asked me if I was okay. I instinctively started to cry, but I wasn’t completely sure yet if it was because of the pain or if it was because my mother was going to get really mad at me.
10
Based on the story above, what most likely happened to the narrator?
A.
She got hit in the face with a soccer ball and will have a large bruise near her eye.
B.
She ran away from the field because she was the last one picked for a team.
C.
She ran into a wall on her way to get her picture taken while wearing her new dress.
D.
She scored the winning point during the soccer game surprising her classmates.