Ship between me (The Dummy) and the sand (a loose granular substance, typically pale yellowish brown, resulting from the erosion of siliceous and other rocks and forming a major constituent of beaches, river beds, the seabed, and deserts. Thnx Google. I totally didn't know that).
Why? You'd ask. Because you still haven't heard the story.
So, I was doing athletics (yes, I went anyway), and we were practicing the long jump. Everything fine until we actually started jumping. Remind me to be more careful next time, if there even is a next time.
What could go wrong? An awful shitload of things. First time, I jumped from the wrong line, didn't even reach the pit. Take two. I manage to jump from the right line, only to find I made a step more so I had to make a small one... anyway, still not right. Fail three, the worst and most funny. By then I decided that if death were to claim me anytime soon, then I'd have to be able to AT LEAST reach the sand. So, I ran as fast as I could. Yeah, I'm stupid. I took off at the right line, with the right timing. And fell in the sand. In the fucking sand. And rolled like and idiot.
At the end of practice, I had to take all the sand out of my shoes, but I still get a feeling it's in there. Even now, but I've got bare feet. And I think I still have some in my pants. Impossible? Not so sure...
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Life of a teenager
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