The grass was wet with dew on this particular cold November morning.
"Everybody set your equipment. We've only got a few hours to rehearse before we have to leave!" my coach, A, called across the football field.
Heading towards the 50 yard line with a stack of flags in my arms, I smiled a huge smile as all my teammates cheered. For the fourth time in all my long years of color guard, the excitement of nationals was in the air again.
As everyone scrambled to put flags, rifles, and sabers in their correct places, I high fived each of my teammates that I walked near, eager to keep everyone's morale up.
I saw my partner headed in my direction and smiled even bigger. They always loved when I played with their short hair and so I held my hand up, intending to floof it as we passed by each other.
SMACK!
Were they taller than I remembered or something? I'd accidentally smacked them right in the middle of the forehead... HARD!
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry!" I blurted out immediately.
"What the fuck?!" They snapped at me.
I took a step back and my mouth fell open in shock.
"I'm sorry," I repeated as they stormed away from me. I knew they weren't feeling well that morning, but I wasn't expecting them to react like that to an accident.
YOU ARE READING
Look What You Made Me Do
Non-Fiction"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am...
