The morning's rays emerged through the window, begging the people inside to wake up. A bird chirped in harmony, alerting them that morning had shown up. I removed my blanket from my body and folded it into a square before placing it on the pillow. Before having a shower, I brush my teeth in the bathroom. After that, I open up my wardrobe to grab my green sports shirt with the word 'Emerald' written on the back and put it on my body.
Today was my favorite day of the year, which is sports day!!! I feel excited.
I take away my breakfast and exit the house. Before I shut the door, my mother said - "Good luck, Elly. Do your best! I want to see the medal around your neck. Goodbye."
I smiled, bid goodbye to my mother, and began heading towards my high school.
All of the students arrived at school wearing sports shirts that identified which group they belonged to. I glance up at the blue sky, feeling more energetic than ever. Today's weather is beautiful, which means maybe Mr. Luck will be on my side. I smile in my heart. I walked over to my group sports and ate my breakfast there.
I failed to mention the students that were eliminated from the group tryout, whether they skipped school or came to support a friend at the sports day. However, the majority of them will attend because it is part of the school co-curricular program. They are free to decide to watch or spend time in class.
After the principal wraps up his speech the sports day begins. I waited in the canteen for the sport that I enjoyed most to begin. My eyes darted about, looking for my close friends, but I couldn't find them. Maybe they'll come later, I think to myself. My stomach continues to spin with nervousness, my muscles twitching with excitement, and my heart is pumping blood like crazy. No one notices what I am experiencing right now since they are engaged with the game and clapping their hands to show encouragement to their friends.
The burning in my stomach tells me that they will erupt when the journey of our match starts. They are visible to be in the blue flame rather than the red flame. They intend to be free for the purpose of catching up. Butterfly. Yes, the blue flame butterfly in my stomach can't wait for the match to begin. They're too full of enthusiasm, dancing in my stomach, attempting to elude me and turning into an Esper. I inhaled deeply before exhaling. I need to calm down before flickering in eagerness.
The sound of a resonating microphone notifies me that it is now time for the high jump match. Each student participating in the match needs to stand in a line in front of the teacher in charge. I got to my feet, dusted the dust off my clothes, and started walking towards the front of the line. Each group has two students from the sports house. I watch as the high jump equipment is completely set up. The teacher in charge tells us about the rule that, 'I already know it' before we begin.
In each of my turns, I feel deja-vu, cause I will remember how I jumped to pass it without a mistake and with a little awkward support for a fellow classmate when I was in middle school. But things have changed. Although I know my best friend is sitting in the corner of the classroom, watching the match, the eyes are not looking at me at all. Two of her classmates are present beside her. Also not looking at me. They are currently having conversations with one another. Not even watching the match even if it's my turn.
I shift my attention between my best friends and the crossbars in front of which I need to pass. I try not to get overly upset about it, but there are times my emotions get the best of me.
My mind tries to solve the riddle that plays in my head every time I have a question. Why didn't she pay close enough attention to me? If this sports day needs to buy a ticket for watching it, is she going to buy it? Was the conversation between her friend more important than supporting me? Many questions for which I make every effort not to think negatively about the answer.
The missing puzzle that I need to complete it, now messed up with the current situation that I have to focus on.
The crossbars in front of me. The red crossbars seemed to mock my decision to pass on it. I am able to imagine if the crossbars had eyes, mouths, and made jokes about how silly I am right now in not having any encouragement, action or word from my best friends. Even if there is an audience watching this sport, they look like they're not interested in what I want to do right now. It feels pathetic. But I don't want to express these kinds of negative things because I'm worried I'll give up before I finish this match. No negative phrase could decrease my fiery passion for my favorite sport.
I'm hoping for a miracle that will make it possible for me to win in this sport.
I can feel the rhythm in my heartbeat thumping turn into music that I find it's difficult to concentrate because it's intertwined with my nervousness.
The summer heat tans and burns my skin. Sweat trickled down my forehead, traveled down my neck, and finally stopped on my back, begging for permission to remain there everlastingly. I had to take a big breath before jumping across the crossbars.
I desperately need to clear my head and focus on what's in front of me.
Before I jump across it, I calculate the move that I want to do. I take one last glance at my back while my best friend and her classmate are still chatting at the corner of the classroom. I close my eyes, feeling the wind gently brushing my face, ready to run and jump across the crossbars in the blink of an eye. When I opened my eyes, my back landed on the high jump pit and shelter. I passed it. I screamed joyfully in my heart.
My eyes widened with happiness as I passed across it.
I admit that it saddens me when there is no enthusiastic cheering and applause sound when I pass through it. It looks like a ghost has just passed across it. I guess I'm visible around them. My pride and happiness faded when my closest friend and her classmates disappeared before I crossed the crossbars. My tears well up in my eyes, begging to fall over my face, but I hold them back. I find it hilarious how many friends I have developed but barely any of them came to support me in this match.
It hurts me that they will not be by my side when I need them the most.
Considering the fact that they did not stay until my match was over. I wasn't ready to give up on myself yet, and I won second place in my most favorite sport, high jump. I've been cheering myself up because I don't want my greatest wall to come crashing down. After finishing my high jump, I began my running match.
Regardless of the fact that I enjoy running, I did not win a medal since my teammates did not run fast enough to pass the other runner. I participate because I am a fast runner. However, when I raced the 200 meters, I was not allowed to compete in the final because I ran into the wrong lane, so they decided to eliminate me. Shame on me. It's really upsetting my mood.
Too bad to wake up in the first place.
When the evening comes, the sports day is over. The noisy school becomes a quiet library. The majority of the students left before the sports day ended. My best friend is one of them. They decided on their own to not say congratulatory words to me. You know what, I guess I'm better off without them.
Maybe.
My heart still bleeds from the sadness of their disappearance.
And I believe it will become a scar that I will remember for the rest of my life.
That's okay.
It's okay.
I will be okay.
I remind myself of this every time they do anything like this to me. Whatever happens, I'll become -
A flower that blooms slowly.
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Noted:
Elly have 2 best friend, one is same class as her and one is not in the same class.
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Poetic feels:
Even though this hurt a lot,
I told myself
everyday
to stay positive
and that
I am still
the same person.
Poems by: shinxdaisy