So… after picking up my martial arts class, I got involved with Quidditch. Don’t call me a nerd because if I were actually a hardcore nerd, I would be dead right now. Quidditch is intense. It’s like rugby with three hoops and three balls and a running snitch. It is tough! I was already sore from martial arts, my shoulders were dead. I couldn’t even do a pushup they were so dead. Well, we started off practice with running, karaokes, and ‘superman’s. I failed the superman part. I couldn’t fucking do it right. It sucked. I’m not a fast runner, but it was awesome, and I caught up to everyone in the karaokes. My steps are huge for those even though you cross your legs while doing them. One of the other girls on the team was also like me, us, and she was wearing long sleeves. She was always trying to pull them down. I figured it wasn’t for bugs, because no one gave a shit about bugs at that time. So while we took a break from our pre-practice warmup, I started talking to her. I was wearing a short sleeve shirt; which was dangerous because old and still healing scars were showing. But here on campus it’s fine, no one cares. She knew what they were, so she didn’t pull her sleeves down when I was talking to her. She asked me what they were from, and I just gave her an awkward look. She understood immediately and muttered while pointing to her arms: ‘Me too.’ So we hit it off. She’s cool, she’s awesome. I asked her why she wanted to do Quidditch. She wanted to distract myself and find a way to get out of that mindset of always hurting. It’s kind of like me, I was thrilled. So, we go through practice, we chuck the quaffel (Sorry for spelling error, I don’t know how to spell it) at each other as hard as we can because we all got rough but it was fun as hell. I managed to trip the rugby player on the quidditch team and got the name Badass Mofo during the practice. It was all fun. Then we practiced tackling. Holy. Shit. This chick didn’t know what to do, she was timid. It was difficult for her the entire time. The good thing was that she was slippery, she could run. So when they tried to tackle her, she would maneuver just fine. Me, haha, I can’t run faster than people. So I was tackled a lot. It hurt,but it was fun. However when I tackled, hahahaaa… Some hesitated. The veterans of the team stood their ground because they knew what they were doing. But I tackled this one really big guy, a newbie, but he was about 260 ish and just a block of flesh. Just BOOM big guy. I go to tackle him and I’m running full force, head down and shoulder out. I knocked his ass over. Everyone looked at me like O.O Oh shit.
So, I go up against the girl I was talking to, miss slippery. So is looking at me like ‘Please don’t kill me’. And I’m just grinning like an evil *****. We go up against each other, she’s weaving and trying to jump around me, and I clothesline her. I knew she would move to the side so I was like ‘Fuck it’. I ran full force towards her with my arm out, I didn’t veer or anything. She tried turning and got a neck full of my arm. I was solid. And it threw her down hard. I thought I broke her. I kind of started freaking out. (Oh and the move was legal even though it looked like it hurt like a ************) Everyone was freaking out ‘OMG are you ok? are you ok?’ ‘Damn it Clara! Save that for the actual game!!’ Well, she started laughing her ass off. She was rolling on the ground and laughing. I thought I broke her in more ways than one. She hops up, rubs her neck a bit and keeps laughing.
“You just clothes-lined the shit out of me and I think I liked it.” She made a funny look which made everyone laugh. It was so fun!!
So, my shoulders are dead, my lip is swollen, and my knees are fucked up; but I am happy. This pain makes me forget that I want to cut. Â It replaces that pain with something better. This chick is sharing this joy with me. Which makes me even happier. I managed to help another girl out by clothes-lining her. I guess it would be like slapping someone in the face and yelling ‘GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!’. It worked wonderfully. I think we’ll be buds for each other here. So if she ever needs someone to help her, I’ll be here. And if I need someone, I’m sure she’ll be there.