9/12/07

After School On Ordinary Days

After school on ordinary days, I slowly make my way to the locker rooms.

I chat with some friends as we laugh along down the wide hallways, tripping over each others feet, and wishing we didn’t have practice that day.

I change into some gnarly practice clothes that consist of a t-shirt and spandex: spandex that is way too tight but very comfortable.

I tape my ankle that is weak and sore: too sore to practice on but not weak enough to give up.

We start the strenuous practice, working as hard as we can, and improving so we can become the best; not number two but number one.

Finally, I walk out into the vast school parking lot, walking for what seems like hours just to get to my car.

I drive home, jamming out to music and appreciating the air.

By this time my stomach is growling with pain, craving food and water.

I sit down and eat a big hearty meal and then start on my homework for the night.

I finally finish and stagger up those long, narrow stairs, hoping not to fall back down.

After school on ordinary days, I get to lay my head on my pillow and let my thoughts go wild.

I dream big until I finally drift to sleep.