That Girl On The Wrestling Team

Have you ever just hated someone so much you just wanted to go and punch them into oblivion? I have, so that’s what I did. Before I tell you who and what happened after that I want to tell you about me before my life changing moment.

                Hi, my names Bethany. I am exactly 14 years of age and am currently attending hell. My parents and the rest of society just call it school but I think otherwise. I think it is unconstitutional for the government to make us sit in tiny little desks and force us to do work, isn’t that enslavement. The 13th amendment outlawed slavery, so why do we still go to school? I think we should do it like they did way back when. I think all children should just have to learn a trade but no we have to learn all the presidents even though half of them didn’t do ANYTHING spectacular. That’s the thing with society these days. They have brain washed the minds of children. We have some type of fantasy that we all should be invincible. That we should be skinny and athletic. None of that is the case though. With all the technology we have now people are sitting at home watching Netflix all day eating chips ahoy by the box. Why you may ask? It’s because society sucks, and I was what society was scared of.

                I wasn’t really into the whole gossiping, lipstick, skirts and all the other girly stuff you needed to fit in with the bubbles, that’s what I call the popular kids. We have an incredible abundance of social cliques which include but are not limited to:

The bubbles

The pot heads

The soon-to-be mothers (they were exclusive)

The jocks

The anime wannabes

 The “freaks”

The rockers

And lastly the outcast. I belonged to a group that was at the bottom of the social food chain. I was nobody. I wanted to be somebody though. I wanted to stand out and I had thought of the best way to, I was going to join the CNS wrestling team. I mean it was hands down the most aggressive sport that our school offered next to football and I had aggression built up inside me it just felt right, you know? I was going to be the first female on the all-boys wrestling team.

                When I went to get the paper work at first the coach was kind of surprised there were females at the informational meeting. Yes you heard correctly females with a S, I wasn’t the only girl. There was this girl Heather there too! I had seen heather around before but I never really got a chance to talk to her. We were in different social cliques and god knows where that would have went if we didn’t have a common denominator, wrestling. I was from the outcast and she was an inbetweener she was in-between the pot heads and the “freaks”. She wasn’t really freaky though, which was peculiar. Usually you fit in with the stereotype of your social clique. I mean I didn’t really either but I didn’t want to fit in to the stereotypes of my clique because I wasn’t one of them. I just liked the people in that group of friends, they were cool.

They accepted me when I needed it most. But I wasn’t going to let these stereotypes of my soon to be past life get to me. I was going to stand out no matter what. I was going to be the girl other girls want to be. Im going to steal your man but in the process im going to kick his ass.

                My house was a normal lived in house. We weren’t one of those cookie cutter house that people spend a billion dollars on just on the kitchen. My house consisted of 4 bedrooms, two bathrooms, 2-3 living rooms and 1 kitchen. I spent most of my time in the kitchen/dining room (they were connected so I spend and equal amount of time in each) because im left alone from the world, no one to distract me, and it had food. I would spend hours upon hours of my day just writing away on my laptop, I wanted to be an author so I wanted to practice a whole bunch before trying to make it big. My grandma lived with us since I was a baby so my parents could work. It wasn’t too bad she’s incredibly witty and hilarious. I love her to death. I actually look to her as a parent figure because my parents like to imagine im just some distant memory that means absolutely nothing. They pour every last bit of affection into my little brother Sam. He was their baby. I was an accident, my brother was planned. My mom was in college when she got pregnant with me and I’m pretty sure that’s the reason she can’t talk to me about school because she was deprived of a full education. I solemnly swear to never do anything stupid in college that might get me, pregnant, arrested, or in rehab. I mean obviously I’ll go to a few kegers because I mean, its college you have to get a little wild. But I’m not doing what my mom did. I want to be different, bipolar opposite than her.