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. 

Trying New Food

Well, yes, I admit I messed up. I honestly tried to do it, I tried really hard. See, the thing about me is that I eat a lot, not just a lot of food, but a lot of different foods. I just couldn’t think of something that I haven’t eaten, well I could, but the things I could think of were really exotic, maybe swordfish, or kangaroo from the wildest  part of Australia, and for some reason I don’t think it would be possible to get those food items.  It was Saturday night and I was explaining to my friends about my struggle. One of them suggested that I eat a napkin. I start to smile, this was a great idea, I quickly take a white square but then a thought comes to me, I’ve already eaten a napkin before. I’ve already felt its papery texture, the way it sticks the roof of your mouth. I’ve felt it slowly dry my mouth, and leave an odd tasting residue, no a napkin is not going to work.

Great now I’m right where I started, wanting to taste something new. I would ask my parents but they were both busy, my mom was taking 9 medical tests, and my dad was somewhere I assume. I was tempted to go outside and grab some dirt, but the way I played as a child I was bound to eat it at some point. I hen thought about plucking a leaf from a plant, but then I realized once again, I’ve done that already. There was nothing left for me to do, I was lost. I went to bed thinking about all the foods I haven’t eaten, and all the weird things that I have.

It was Monday morning; I totally forgot about my homework, I ate my eggs absent-mindedly, wondering what would happen. That serenity wouldn’t last me the day though, because as soon as my shorts touching the carpeted seat of my bus, I realized I forgot. I stayed calm, in times like these people tend to panic, so I calmed down and thought, oh well, I’ll see if my friends have something for lunch. As lunch approached I walked outside, and one of my comrades was eating a hamburger. The burger was laughing at me, mocking me for not doing the work. This assignment was a lot harder than I thought it would be, I decided that I should give up and hope for the best.

I walked to Kenny Gym slowly, curious as to what we would do in class. I knew I didn’t eat a new food, but it was too late to fix that problem. When I walked in we split into two groups, one for those that did the work and one for those that didn’t. My teacher took me and the other classmates that couldn’t find anything to eat outside of the room, and handed us a piece of Dark chocolate. Yes, I’ve had chocolate, but I’m more of a milk chocolate kind of person. The Chocolate she gave us was 85% coco. I knew this was going to be an experience that I may live to regret.

Oh, and was I so right. In my hand it was a solid brick, it smelled of a rich flavor. I took a bite, my mouth dried up, as if someone had stuffed my mouth with flour. The taste rammed into my mouth, with the power of an ox. It was too much, I looked down, and I needed to finish it. I took another bite, my mouth was begging for me to stop, my taste buds had put their weapons down and surrendered to the rich chocolate taste. I lunged for the water fountain, hoping to drive the chocolate out, and banish it from my body. I slowly limped back into the classroom, slowly recovering from my near-death experience. I learned a valuable lesson that day, stick to what you know. Just kidding, it was great trying something new, and I can’t wait to do so again, just as long as it doesn’t taste like shit.