I walk in only a towel and my flip flops down the long halls of our dorm, making my way to the communal shower to wash off the grime from today's hard fought trial.
The leering eyes makes me shiver as I pass by each student that analyze me. I feel naked (I literally am) and vulnerable. Their thoughts of malice scream at me but I force myself to ignore them.
I walk in and notice three other girls currently showering. There are no dividers in this shower room. It is simply a locker room design with twelve shower heads spread apart in equidistance.
The three girls seem close. They all shower side by side, sharing bottles of soap, exchanging jokes, and snarky remarks. Their eyes dart at me at dangerous frequencies, studying my posture, my form, my vulnerabilities.
If anyone wanted to take the championship title and kill me, the shower would be a great spot. I am fully aware of the danger I put myself in, but I am no coward.
