I sat on the hard, brown stage right in the gym. I watched everyone play sports: volleyball, basketball, soccer, and football. I wondered how I got to this stage, how I had stopped participating in class, how I knew I would fail the class but kept sitting out. Why did I stop playing the sport I had thought was the best-volleyball.
I went back, back to the time when I was younger and no one could yell or shout at you when you play sports. When all people did was have fun, and didn't care if you won or if you lost the game. But now, you can see people shouting, and sometimes they even shout at you.
You can pretend nothing happened, but I know that it really hurts. It hurts you deep, its like being stabbed by a knife, and signed with a scar. I have been through that, I have been signed with a scar from a person I have already forgiven. She felt guilt, but so did I. I cost my team the volleyball game, and therefore don't want to cause more trouble. I don't want to play sports anymore, even if it means I'll get yelled at for my failing P.E. grade.
