"Oooh it makes me wonder.. ohhh it really makes me wonder.."
My life, after the incident, seemed to only spiral into an endless path of utter barf. It's not like everyone had already seen me as the outcast American but now as the stupid-outcast-American. Which in all honesty isn't what hurt the most, oh no that barely scratched the surface. What really took the cake was the very person I looked up to pretty much made me feel like utter crap. I mean really, I've been doing this, soccer, futball, since I could breathe and then people like Giovanni reminds you that you ain't shit compared to him. And of course I'm not, with his fine self.
I'd definitely smash and let him have a whole soccer team of kids if he asked. But you'd think he'd go easier on the girl who he had witnessed run herself into a concussion. It was like every practice he oh-so graciously blessed his appearance with went from death to absolute hell on earth. I'm talkin' apocalypse with only one bullet type of stuff. I don't think coach minded none, all he had to do was wink his angelic eyes at her and she was willing to agree to anything, that included a thirteen mile sprint and indoor lifting. I was just about have a seizure by the end of practice today had I not been too exhausted to even just blink let alone...
So here I am now, sitting on a bench waiting for nothing, maybe death. All the while listening to songs that they play in sad teen movies, eating a family bag of watermelon flavored Sour Patch Kids that I stole from Johanne a couple days ago.
"Spend some time away, getting ready for the day you're born again..spend some time alone...alone again"
It's like when someone asks if you're okay and you say you're fine but you're really not fine.
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Who needs—"Hey nice work at practice today.." I can't even drown my own demons, because they're freaking Micheal Phelps.
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"Oh yeah, yup thank you. You were nice as well out there you know with all the expressive comments, really made me for sure felt like I have a chance. I mean I get it, the whole 'if we want a chance at the pros thing' yada yada but you could've just toned it down a bit, just like an elbow of—great I'm rambling and you don't care. Never mind." Why was he here first off, no one ever comes to this park. It's like I can never escape him.
"See you tomorrow princesa." Dude what the freak? Am I being punk'd. He just grinned and turned away. As if I was some child...and he called me princess.
