For The Girl Who Has Everything

#IHitTheBallButCouldn'tRunAway

DEAR DIARY,

How is life? For you, being a leather-bound book written with a pen by a girl like me is demanding, isn't it? Today is insane, let me tell you. I had to change schools because of this.

You see, today was the annual inter-school competition in Krenson Hall, and I'd written about this in you earlier, that I was in Team Logs. I was competing with my team against Team Runners. So the match began like any usual match, like "3,2,1, go!" 

You know me, I have a desire for perfectionism, and I didn't want to let anyone down this season---unlike the previous one. So when a girl from Team Runners hit the ball, I jumped up and struck it back to them with a loud 'THWACK!'.

That was 1-0.

In five minutes, we got like 6-0 against the other team, and they were panting insanely loud. Running 9 rounds around the school wouldn't have taken that much effort, right?

So during the interlude before the most crucial parts, we were hydrating ourselves with water, and I was being 'showered' with compliments from my teammates and coach about my remarkable 6-0 play. That made me smile.

The interlude went by fast, and we had planned to let me do middle hits while the rest grouped up at the sides to spike should the ball fall towards the side. I braced myself for the next few parts, since another 4 points and we won. If the other team got 10 points before we got even 9, I'd be shocked. Marvellous.

Then another "3,2,1, go!" came again but with the voice sounding more hyped. Louder cheers were erupting from the spectators now. This was the final shot.

Runners hit one. I spiked one. 7-0. Great, isn't it?

Runners hit one. You would've expected me to hit one again, right? I don't disapprove of it, but it didn't happen---I wish it did though. What happened, you ask? Well, let me answer you. Just read on.

I jumped up as if I was trained, and almost suddenly, I saw the ball flying straight into my face---and it was too late to even move an inch away or put my hands up to bump it---in a split second, it smacked straight into my face, knocking the breath out of me. I fell onto the ground, in a state of bleary dizziness, head first and like a starfish.

The loud cheers were instantly replaced by loud gasps and murmurs. My team's heads turned 180°  towards me. And the opposing team's players look at me, pure shock ridding the colour of their faces like a drainage system.

"Err, that was, well---unexpected," a spectator went.

"Diana is so careless. Don't hit the ball, genius."

"Diana? Prince?"

The second line stung me to the quick. But I put on a straight face, trying not to show any pain or offence. I was fine, or not.

Two team members, one from Team Logs and the other from Team Runners, came sprinting towards me.

"Diana, can you hear me?" they asked in unison. I nodded slightly, my head hurting like it'd never hurt again.

People began to swarm around me.

The noise level was increasing.

"Where do you feel pain?"

I pointed to my head, trying to keep my tears to myself.

"She's having a concussion. WILLIE, PLEASE SUBSTITUTE MISS PRINCE FOR TEAM LOGS!  JUNIPER AND KAYLEE, PLEASE SUBSTITUTE MISS KHLOE AND HANNAH FROM TEAM RUNNERS,"

I was dragged off the court by Khloe and Hannah, as Willie, Juniper and Kaylee ran to the court, finally having a chance to play. The grin on their faces made me feel extremely disappointed in myself, but I kept it in.

I mean, who wouldn't?

Why?

1. I lost my chance to play.

2. Who knows whether the team would win. If it didn't, I'd be the reason.

3. Everyone lost their hype. Because. Of. Me.

Still, I kept my worries and disappointment to myself, in my heart. Why, I asked myself, why did I jump? Had I not done so, I would've remained in court.

"Err, Diana, you okay? You seemed to be a little---err---well, fazed," Khloe asked me.

"Yeah, Khloe's right," Hannah added on. "You look a little sad,"

"No, I'm not," I tried to avoid the subject of how I was here then and there.

My vision was still a little blurry as my head ached.

"Six-Ten! Team Runners wins!" Oh no, I told myself, my prediction happened in reality. As my team dejectedly trudged off the court, they glared at me, "Diana, you are a disappointment,", while the other team sprinted off the court with the legendary Trophy Of Glory in their hands.

My team's words stung me to the core and the heart inside my tough side shattered into a million shards that could never be pieced together again.

"Diana, you okay?" Hannah asked, looking at me.

"Yeah", I lied, shaking and quivering. I then put my head in my hands, finally letting tears roll down my face.

Khloe and Hannah seemed to be kind of shocked, as they tried to comfort me. I wasn't sure whether to smile or cry further. Wanting to be left alone,  I ran off to my dorm room, sobbing in my own bed. My head no longer hurt anymore.

"Diana? DIANA? If you're in here, please open the door!"

I did not want to face anyone with red and puffy eyes. So I did not make a sound.

"Khloe, Diana needs some alone time, let's try to talk to her later,"

They left. I began to cry again, knowing I was in the sanctuary of my own room.

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The next day, I was called to the Principal's office. Questions spread in my mind.

Opening the door carefully, I saw Mr Henry on a call. Huh?

He put the phone down.

"So, Miss Prince, I've just had a call with your parents, and they've decided to send you to Metropolis High due to the recent 'incident' during the volleyball match. Pack your things. The bus is waiting for you." he said.

I was shocked. I had to leave my friends? No way. I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Sigh.

Trudging out of the Principal's office, I went back to my room to pack everything into that one neat briefcase, running down to the bus.

"Diana?"

I turned around. It was Khloe and Hannah.

"I'm... so... sorry," I choked out, running onto the bus awaiting me at the berth.

They seemed confused. Little did they know they'd never see me again.

So here I am on the bus, and I'm at Metropolis High now. I guess more adventures await me. Does my red rolled-up shirt, blue knee-low skirt, white socks and red shoes make me look too plain? Is my blue hair too long? Is my golden headband and starry earpieces too shiny? Am I too average? I hope I'm not...

Till next time,

Diana Prince

Or you can call me

Diana of Metropolis 

Instead of Diana of Krenson