I Hate Middle School

Track

You know what really bothers me? Whenever someone is surprised that my life is rough. They're always like, "Seriously? You think your life is hard?!" Well, once they go through what I've been putting up with, then they'll sure realize it.

Ok, my favorite quote right now is this: "The worst kind of pain is when you're smiling, just to stop the tears from falling." That pretty much sums up my seventh grade year so far. That's what I've been doing for so long. At least it's almost over. Then eighth grade, then, (praise the lords) high school. I honestly can't wait for high school. It scares me a lot to be in high school, but if it's as good as it is in anime, then I'm super fucking excited.

I made my way towards the bus. Not the bus to go home, though. It's the bus to go off to our track meet. Then, I remembered exactly why I wanted to do track. Because of Ally (also peer pressure, since my mom runs and was the cross country coach). We were going to do it together and have so much fun. I thought. At the last minute, she said she couldn't participate because she has to watch her brother after school, and her parents can't pick her up. I was having second thoughts about track. On the first practice, I didn't want to do it, because I honestly hate running. But I kept doing it, and even though it hurt like hell (especially when I'm having my "monthly fee"), I still enjoyed it. I have other people I like to hang with, and I have the satisfactory of being fit. 

I sat on the bus beside my friend Natasha. We began complaining about the fact that we had to sprint the 400m (one lap). Then we found ourselves in an awkward silence, so I turned on my brother's PSVITA to play some Project DIVA. Oh my god, I'm obsessed with Project DIVA. It's just a regular Vocaloid game. Google it. But, I continued playing it until we came in front of Westerville Genoa Middle School. Natasha followed me to the track and over to the tiny set of bleachers. 

"This is pathetic," she said, "we have 150 kids and you expect us to fit them all on that?!" I chuckled as we squeezed in between people and got comfy. But my comfiness was interrupted by our coach yelling to us to start stretching. Just to let you know, this is our second meet. Our first meet was a home meet. I ran the 100m (straight away) and the 200m (half a lap). But now I have to sprint the entire track, and for some reason, Genoa's track seems so much bigger than ours! How am I supposed to do this? 

A while passed, with me and Natasha cheering for competitors from New Albany and talking about zodiac symbols. Then we heard, "Girls and Boys 400 meter dash." on the loud speakers. Natasha and I whined as we trudged to the starting line. 

"Gabby, you're lane 6, heat 2." the man told me. I waited for heat 1 to get done, pulling my sleeves over my hands. I stepped onto my block, practicing my start once.

"On your mark" I rushed down to the block and set myself up. "Set" I pushed my butt into the air, heart pounding in my ears. Bang!! The gunshot sounded, and I rushed up, dashing towards our tiny bleachers. A girl from Genoa passed me quick, but I was still in second place. Sweat beads were beginning to form on my temples, and my left foot was becoming weak. Voices. I suddenly heard voices, cheering my name.

"Gabby!! Go Gabby! You got it, push yourself!" I didn't turn my head, but I could hear the middle schoolers all cheering for me. I dashed harder, at my limit. I was dashing in second place still. The turn in the track was coming up. I was slowing down. Someone on my team passed my on the turn. I was sprinting to finish the curve, and I heard my mom yelling for me. Pumping my arms back and forth, pushing my limits, I could feel the pressure. My head began to get dizzy. Another girl passed me. Only 100 meters to go... Some of the slowest runners were passing me. I'd pushed to hard. I was pretty much jogging. Unsatisfied, I passed the line to finish my trip to hell and back. My hands soon joined my knees, and I panted like a dog. I finished last. Although, surprisingly, everyone congratulated me. I was finally feeling loved.