Game Day

My day starts the day before. That doesn’t make sense, but when there’s a game I start getting ready the day prior. I drink as much as I can to stay hydrated, I like to eat a lot the day before as well. Well that doesn’t really mean anything I like to eat at any point of any day for whatever reason I want. The next thing I do is get into the right mindset; I imagine myself in my perfect moment: Wet grass at my feet silently shifting because of a light breeze. My breathe fogs the air, as it bites back at my nose. The ball is one with my leg, doing everything that I want it to do, and the crowd cheering as loud as they can yet they sound like they are miles away. The team is depending on my and I won’t let them down. I do my homework and go to bed dreaming of the moment.

 My alarm begins to light up at 6:30 in the morning, mimicking a sun rise. At 6:45 exactly it begins to make the annoying continuous robotic beeping noise reminding me that I still have 9 and a half hours before my match. I slowly ooze out of my bed around 7:00, and with the speed of a tortoise begin to get ready for the morning. I inhale my breakfast, but then slow down to read the comics. It is then that I realize that I have approximately 8.5 minutes before I miss my bus. I rush upstairs brush my teeth, grab my bags and run out of my house hobbling with one foot attempting to put my shoes on. I catch the bus out of breathe and with my heart pounding but I can finally relax on the seat and enjoy the ride.

The school day seems to stretch into a "fortnite" as I wait anxiously for the early dismissal and the terrible bumpy yellow bus we have to take to get to the game. When the time finally arrives we all pile into a school bus, used to be charter but ya know...money, and yell at the JV to move to the front. The bus ride is full of cheerful chatter and "reeees", but it is all veiled with the eagerness all the players and I have fro the upcoming game. We arrive at the fields 20 minutes late and the other team has already been warming up for 10 minutes. We stampede onto the field claiming bench spots and changing. Then we warm-up and the game commences. 

After the game we go home on the bus, chipper and glad about the outcome, Isandro had scored a hattrick and Omeed probably hit the post. The sky is navy blue and the stars are shining by the time we arrive back at the back of kenny gym. When  I arrive at home I eat everything in the fridge and pet my cat. I end the day by showering and snuggling with my nice warm and comfy bed, before i dose into a sound sleep, unworried by the ominous chance that we might condition tomorrow.