"Oh, hey Emily, will you be on our team?"
It was the very bad ending to a very bad day.
Three tests, forgotten homework, stuttered lines,
And this is what got me in the end.
Those girls,
The ones with the
Perfect long blonde beautiful hair
And the pencil skirts
And uggs,
The girls who even manage to make gym clothes look good.
We had lined up for
Captain ball
Which is really just
A mix of
Soccer and basketball.
And we had to line up,
Every inch of back touching the wall,
And the first seven people from each side would play, and then the next seven.
But of course
Those girls
The ones who can't bear to be
Seperated
For two minutes and forty-seven seconds
Had to have the perfect team.
No.
Just no.
I won't "be on your team."
There are no teams.
Agh this is a poem-like rant...