I like doing sports, don't get me wrong, but not when I'm forced to do them. My dad forces me to do running sports. He says he wants me to stay fit. That just makes me think I'm fatter than I already am. Everyone says I should keep doing it because I'm good at it. But what if I don't want to do it? What happened to follow your dreams, follow your heart? Just because I'm good at it doesn't mean I enjoy it. All of my classmates get to choose what they want to do, but not me. I'm jealous. I want to have the life they have. I want to have the parents they have. I just want to be normal.
Next year, I'm going to be in 8th grade. That means everyone will look up to me in volleyball. I'm expected to be good at it. I'm expected to be on the A team with the others. But, I don't think that's going to happen. My friend just started volleyball and she's already on the A team. One of my classmates told her there was no doubt she would be on the A team full time next year. I was standing right next to them. I asked that classmate about me. They just looked me over and said maybe. I just smiled and laughed. That's all I could do. That's all I wanted them to see. They wouldn't care anyways.
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Vent Book
Random~WARNING: Mentions of sh, swearing, harming people, and suicide~ Cover art not mine. Credits to the creator.
