Field Day was the best day because Iago got to go outside and run around instead of sitting inside learning boring math and music. He was good at times tables and recorder playing but he was also good at running around, so it was awesome that the new school board had made Field Day happen once a month in the months when it was warm enough.

The lining up until it was time to run part kind of sucked, but it usually didn’t take very long. Iago was wearing his all-white gym clothes like everyone else. It was just a sleeveless shirt and shorts, but they were really cool because it had used to be that only older kids had to change clothes for gym but now they all got to, and the shorts were all too short, so Iago could sometimes see his friends’ underwear when they sat down.

Or even their dicks if they weren’t wearing underwear, like Dylan wasn’t. “When are we going to start running?” he asked, laying flat on the grass even though they were supposed to be lined up. “I’m bored.”

“It’s been a hundred and twenty seconds,” Iago told him. “That’s two minutes, but broken up into smaller amounts of time so it doesn’t seem as long.”

“Oh my God seriously?” Dylan pouted, rolling over. “That’s so many seconds. It’s so many they’re going to turn into thirds!”