I, [<a href=http://www.flickr.com/photos/87763282@N03/8099114373/in/photostream>Margueritte</a>], walked onto the track and field. I stopped to take a look around. I was gone for a year, and now i'm back at Cornell Brown High School, as a junior. Freshman year was okay, but now it's time to make a change. A difference. I'm an upperclassmen and being social is important. Fck being lazy anymore and not talking to people. I needed to experience life, and getting on the girls' track team was it, well at least for me.
I was in gym earlier and was asking around what's the best sport at the school now during changing time in the locker room, and most of the girls say that the track team are champions. I wanted to be a champion and do the best in what I love; however, there was one problem.
<a href=http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb434/sosoclassic/IMG_0365.jpg>Him</a>. He, [Joseph Brown] the guy who I've known all of my life since pre-school, was now going to this school, as well. We never talked, ever, throughout our school years together. He was so fine, and I heard through the grape vines that he thought I was sexy. In all reality, he liked the popular girls and that just wasn't my circle.
I liked being neutral. If people remembered me by name or by talent - drawing and poetry - then fine. But i'm not about to yap all damn day and make a fool of myself. The main point of my problem is, he's also on the track team, and we were the only two people in the same area. I really didn't want to speak to anybody, right now, but he was heading on down from the top of the bleachers.
"Ugh," I mumbled. "Please don't say anything to me," I repeated in my head as I threw my book bag to the gate separating the bleachers from the track. I continued to the 3rd inner lane and got in the ready, set position. And just as I was about to jet off, I felt someone's hands on my waist and pelvic area on my ass. "Wtf?"
Should I laugh, yell, scream, or hand out an ass-whooping? I didn't know what I was going to do. Sometimes I'm cool and funny and other times I'm mean and sarcastic...maybe a bit angry. Right now, i swear...I just don't fckn know. I'm in my zone, tryna get some heat off and people wanna play games. I don't do those. I just do real sht. And this right here, could go either way.
"But if it was Joseph," I thought. "If it wasn't? Tell me that I was either having a dream or a nightmare, Mar. Tell me now because my reaction will matter. I do care sometimes. Btch...you're so indecisive," I thought, laughing at myself.
"Damn you must like this position if you ain't moved, yet." I heard a male's voice.
I've been gone for so long, I just couldn't tell who it was. I would love to hate, and I would hate to love whatever happened. But this issue I was going through, made it all depend on everything.
Run it or Dump It