Jamie can run plenty fast. In shin-splints, even. He's gotten out of worse straights before! Just, he's not used to keeping up with athletic types when he's crippled from being hit in the leg with red stones, Joris.
Regardless, it seems clear enough that they're not going to escape that way, so Jamie resigns himself to another few hours of athletic torture.
The game continues. Joris hits the ball. Jamie mostly runs up and down, and fails to hit the ball. The other boys snigger behind their hands and protest loudly to the master in charge that no, they're not out, and the game ought to continue, and it all gets very old, Jamie thinks, very fast.
Finally, Jamie does manage to hit the ball. It soars out over the field, and posh smarmy Adam catches it.
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Date: 2008-09-30 03:50 am (UTC)Regardless, it seems clear enough that they're not going to escape that way, so Jamie resigns himself to another few hours of athletic torture.
The game continues. Joris hits the ball. Jamie mostly runs up and down, and fails to hit the ball. The other boys snigger behind their hands and protest loudly to the master in charge that no, they're not out, and the game ought to continue, and it all gets very old, Jamie thinks, very fast.
Finally, Jamie does manage to hit the ball. It soars out over the field, and posh smarmy Adam catches it.