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MidReal Story
The Strong Series
Scenario:During a gym class when doing a partner carry drill, all girls got paired with girls and the boys paired with boy except for 4 girls who each got paired with a taller boy much to the dismay of each boy who got paired with a girl. However the girls shocked the class during the partner drills, as one by one, each girl step forward to carry their assigned boy across the gym. As each girl carry their boy across the gym, the class froze and observe until every one of the four girl is done with their carry
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Jaxon
and competitive. During a gym class, he is surprised to be paired with a girl for a partner carry drill. Despite initial reluctance, he is impressed by the girls' strength and dedication to the exercise. Jaxon enjoys the attention and admiration from his classmates as they watch the girls successfully complete the drill. He feels proud to be part of such a talented and determined team.
Heather
and playful. During the gym drill, Heather struggles slightly due to her weight loss from swimming lessons but remains committed to completing the exercise with her friends. Her camaraderie with Morgan and Summer highlights her desire to be part of their teamoriented approach to overcoming challenges and asserting their presence in their sport.
Kayla
and loyal. Kayla focuses on swimming lessons rather than gym class but joins her friends for support and camaraderie. Despite her initial hesitation during the drill, she eventually contributes by helping gather equipment, showing her willingness to be part of the team even when unsure.
When it was time to pair up, all the girls got paired with girls and the boys got paired with boys, except for four girls who each got paired with a boy.
The boys who were paired with the girls weren’t happy about it at all.
The four girls were Morgan, Summer, Heather, and Kayla.
All of them are friends and were on my gymnastics team in middle school.
I was paired with one of the guys on our gymnastics team this year, Alex.
We were all lined up in pairs and the four girls were at the end.
The coach explained that one person would be the carrier and the other would be the one carried.
He said that they could decide who would be which, but when it was time to do it, all four girls stepped forward and left their partners behind.
As Morgan stepped forward, she turned around and grabbed her partner’s waist.
She then lifted him up with ease and started walking towards the finish line.
The whole class was in silence as they watched her walk to the finish line.
Alex and I looked at each other with a surprised look on our faces.
I could tell that he was impressed by Morgan’s strength.
Summer, Heather, and Kayla all cheered Morgan on as she walked to the finish line.
Morgan’s partner didn’t look very comfortable being carried by her, but he didn’t try to get down either.
She took steady steps as she walked to the finish line.
The rest of the class started talking amongst themselves while some of them snapped pictures of Morgan carrying her partner.
"Did you know she could do that?" Alex whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"I had no idea," I replied, still processing the scene.
"Well, it seems like Morgan's been holding back a secret or two," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.
After Morgan finished her carry, Summer bounced forward with determination.
Her wild hair swayed as she moved, and her eyes were fixed on her assigned partner, a tall basketball player named Derek.
I noticed Derek’s face flush red as Summer positioned herself in front of him.
She bent her knees slightly, wrapped her arms firmly around his thighs, and with a quick breath, hoisted him up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry.
Derek let out a surprised yelp, drawing nervous laughter from our classmates.
Summer, grinning confidently, began her steady walk across the gym floor.
Her steps were deliberate and balanced, showing no signs of strain despite Derek's obvious weight.
"Whoa, Summer, when did you get so strong?" Derek asked, his voice a mix of surprise and admiration.
"Guess all those extra hours in the gym paid off," Summer replied with a wink, adjusting her grip slightly.
"I think we might have underestimated you girls," Derek admitted, a newfound respect evident in his tone.
I lean against the wall, still processing Summer's impressive carry, when Heather steps forward with a mischievous grin.
Her assigned partner, Marcus, takes a nervous step back, but Heather doesn't hesitate.
She swoops in, wraps one arm behind his knees and the other around his back, and lifts him into a perfect bridal carry.
Marcus's eyes go wide as his feet leave the ground.
The class erupts in gasps and giggles while Heather parades across the gym floor, Marcus's face growing redder with each step.
"Marcus, you look like you've seen a ghost," Heather teased, her voice light and playful.
"Not every day you get swept off your feet like this," Marcus replied, trying to muster some humor despite his embarrassment.
"Well, consider it a lesson in trust," Heather said with a wink, her confidence unwavering as she continued her march.
As I near the finish line with my partner, I feel something h#d against my back.
I furrow my brow in confusion and slow my pace.
The sensation persists, and I subtly shift my partner to confirm what I think it is.
My face flushes as I realize it's an e###n.
I keep moving, determined to finish this task despite the discomfort.
Around me, Summer and Heather continue their carries, seemingly oblivious to my predicament.
I grit my teeth and push forward, crossing the line.
I set my partner down quickly, avoiding eye contact as he mumbles an apology.
"Sorry about that," he muttered, his face beet red.
"It's fine," I replied, trying to brush it off with a shrug.
"Didn't expect this exercise to be so... revealing," he added awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
I nodded stiffly, still avoiding his gaze.
"Guess we learned something new today," I said, forcing a smile.
"Yeah, definitely," he agreed, his voice laced with embarrassment.
I turn away, joining my friends Morgan, Summer, and Heather.
They all look at me with concern as I approach them.
"Are you okay?" Morgan asks, her brow furrowed with worry.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, trying to brush it off.
"You looked a little strained there," Summer says, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Just a bit of an unexpected situation," I say with a forced laugh.
Heather gives me a knowing look and pats me on the shoulder sympathetically.
"Did something happen?" Heather asked quietly, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Let's just say my partner had a bit of an involuntary reaction," I admitted, trying to keep my tone light.
Morgan's eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded. "Ah, one of those situations."
As we reach the finish line, I notice Tim's shorts are wet, a clear sign he finished early while Kayla carried him.
The class erupts in laughter and whispers, but Kayla remains focused, gently setting Tim down without acknowledging the incident.
I approach them, clapping Kayla on the shoulder in support.
She gives me a small smile, her eyes showing relief at the drill's end.
Morgan, Summer, and Heather join us, their expressions a mix of amusement and sympathy for Tim.
"Guess that's one way to get out of the carry," Morgan says with a chuckle, earning a laugh from the group.
Tim, still red-faced, shrugs it off with a grin.
"It's all part of the job," he jokes, trying to save face.
As we start putting away the gym mats, I notice Heather and Kayla sizing each other up.
Heather turns to Kayla with a playful smirk.
"I bet I could carry Marcus faster than you carried Tim," she says, flexing her arms for emphasis.
Kayla raises an eyebrow, unfazed by the challenge.
"I was just being careful with Tim," she replies, her voice steady.
Heather nods thoughtfully, her eyes still locked on Kayla.
"Well, let's see about that."
The two girls start discussing their training regimens, each claiming theirs makes them stronger.
Marcus and Tim look on uncomfortably as Heather declares they should settle this with a race next week.
I lean against the wall, watching Kayla's expression shift from hesitation to determination.
"Let's make it interesting," she says, her quiet voice carrying unexpected steel.
"We can set up hurdles, balance beams, and climbing ropes."
Heather's eyes light up at the challenge.
They start mapping out an elaborate course on a piece of paper, arguing over which obstacles to include.
Tim and Marcus hover nearby, looking increasingly nervous as the girls sketch out their ambitious plans.
When Coach Wilson walks past, Kayla quickly tucks the paper into her pocket, but I catch her winking at Heather.
I watch Kayla and Heather move to opposite sides of the gym after putting away the last mat.
They walk toward each other, their movements exaggerated and formal like boxers before a match.
Summer starts filming on her phone while Morgan acts as an announcer, introducing them as "The Careful Carrier" and "Speed Queen."
Tim and Marcus hover by the bleachers, knowing they'll be recruited as practice dummies for next week's race.
When Kayla and Heather meet in the middle, they grasp hands firmly.
Their handshake lingers as they lock eyes, neither wanting to be the first to let go.
"May the best carrier win," Kayla says with a confident smile, finally releasing Heather's hand.
Heather nods, her competitive spirit igniting.
"And may the losers buy pizza for everyone," she adds with a wink, sealing the deal.
I sit on the bleachers during lunch break, watching Morgan and her friends transform the gym into their makeshift obstacle course.
Summer marks the track with colored tape while Heather tests the stability of each hurdle.
Kayla meticulously measures the distance between obstacles, clipboard in hand.
Tim and Marcus hover nearby in their gym clothes, looking both excited and nervous.
Other students begin filtering in, drawn by rumors of the upcoming carrier race.
Coach Wilson pretends not to notice the gathering crowd, but I catch him adjusting the safety mats under the climbing rope.
The anticipation in the air is palpable, as if the entire gym is holding its breath for the showdown to come.
I watch Heather stretch her legs and arms, her movements fluid and focused.
Her partner, Marcus, stands a few feet away, looking uneasy but supportive.
Heather walks over to him, her eyes locked on his.
She crouches down slightly, then lifts him into a fireman's carry.
Marcus grunts as she adjusts her grip, making sure he's comfortable and secure.
Heather takes a few steps forward, testing her hold.
Marcus nods in approval, and she gently sets him down on his feet.
Across the gym, Kayla watches with narrowed eyes, her expression a mix of concentration and friendly rivalry.
I watch from my spot near the finish line as heavy footsteps echo from the stairwell.
Heather emerges first, Marcus draped across her shoulders in a fireman's carry.
Her face is red with exertion, but she looks determined.
Kayla follows close behind, Tim secure in her grip as she navigates the final steps.
Both girls are breathing hard, their shoes squeaking against the polished gym floor.
The gathered crowd splits to form a path as they sprint the final stretch.
Heather and Kayla cross the finish line side by side, their competitive grins matching the cheers that erupt around them.
I watch as they slow to a stop, catching their breath and grinning at each other.
The boys they carried quickly step aside, clearly relieved to be done.
Without warning, Kayla lunges forward and scoops Heather into her arms.
Heather squeals in surprise as Kayla spins her in circles, their laughter echoing through the gym.
When Kayla finally sets her down, Heather doesn't hesitate.
She lifts Kayla with surprising ease and twirls her even faster than before.
Kayla grips her shoulders tightly, laughing as they spin together.
"Alright, alright, you win this round," Kayla concedes breathlessly as Heather sets her down, still giggling.
Heather grins, brushing a stray hair from her face. "But you know what this means, right?"
Kayla raises an eyebrow, catching her breath. "Yeah, pizza's on me tonight."
Heather's smile widens, and she glances at Tim and Marcus.
The boys exchange a nervous look, sensing something is about to go down.
Without warning, Heather strides over to Marcus, grabs his waist, and in one fluid motion, hoists him up onto her shoulders.
Marcus yelps in surprise but quickly steadies himself by gripping her head.
Not to be outdone, Kayla mirrors the move with Tim, who looks both thrilled and terrified as he perches on her shoulders.
The girls adjust their grip on their partners' legs, making sure they're secure.
Then, in perfect sync, they begin parading toward the exit of the gym.
The other students start clapping and whooping as they pass by.
I watch as Kayla and Heather, still buzzing from their victory, approach Morgan and Summer.
The two girls who organized the challenge are beaming, clearly pleased with how the event turned out.
They talk about the success of the challenge and how it brought the team closer together.
As they chat and laugh, the gym starts to empty.
The coach comes over to congratulate everyone on their teamwork and sportsmanship.
We all start packing up our gear and heading out.
I help carry the last of the equipment to storage, reflecting on the strength and camaraderie everyone showed today.
I watch as Morgan walks over to me, a determined look on her face.
She explains that she wants to carry me out like Heather and Kayla did with their partners.
I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as she positions herself to lift me.
Morgan's strong arms wrap around my waist, and she hoists me onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry.
As she starts walking towards the exit of the gym, I can see the crowd cheering us on.
Summer and Heather join in, clapping and shouting encouragement.