Posted by: DIYwriting | November 23, 2020

The Sporting Event

I always wanted to go to boarding school, but now that I am here, I wondered what the hell I was thinking.  I thought it would be full of teenage drama and angst, rich kids with secret drug habits, but I was not as prepared for the level of commitment everyone had to athletics.  It completely blew my mind that anyone could possibly spend all their time training and thinking about a game.  And don’t quote me when I call it a ‘game’ because I will deny it to my last breath that I ever called it a game.  Things around here are way too serious for anything to be a ‘game’.  If lacrosse is not a sporting event, it is THE sporting event.  If I have to spend one more meal having to pretend I care one bit about any of these silly games, I will gladly get myself expelled.   

Until I met Joe.  It started out as a slow infatuation, but quickly moved to obsession.  I couldn’t eat.  I couldn’t sleep.  I stopped doing my homework.  Daydreamed in class.  And he played lacrosse.  So I was suddenly into The Sporting Event.  People started paying attention to me because I was paying attention to him, but I never realized it was not the best kind of attention.  I knew what I wanted and I was going to do everything I could to get him.  Does he notice me?  Does he know my name?   


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