It was chilled day in March as I sat at my desk, palms sweating, staring at the clock. It’s like time wouldn’t move. No matter when I looked, the second hand was gradually moving, making little to no progress each time. I couldn’t wait for the end of the day because I was going to do something I’ve dreamed of doing forever. I was going to tryout for dance team. Thoughts kept running through my head, what if I’m not good enough? What if I don’t make the team? All of these scenarios were controlling my thoughts, and I faintly heard the bell ding in the background. My school day was over and it was time for tryouts. Day three of tryouts were over and this is when it really counted. In a few short moments they were going to call the numbers of people that made the team. I could feel the sweat racing down my face. My stomach started getting tingly and I couldn’t move, it was like I was a brick wall.…show more content… Don’t get me wrong, the thrill of being on dance team was at an all time high and making so many new friends was wonderful, but being the schools joke started to take a toll on me. I kept hearing everyone’s spiteful words over and over in my head. The worst was hearing the boos from the student section running off the football field after doing our routine for halftime. One minute I’m standing on the middle of the football field, everyone staring at me. I can hear our fan section screaming and someone yelling 1234 as I scream as loud as I can 5678. As soon as I know it, the thrill is over and I’m in my ending pose, running of the field, smiling from ear to ear because I just nailed my performance. But when I run by the student section I hear boos. We just nailed our routine and our own student section is booing us. No matter how high I was from the performance, the sound of boos kept running through my mind. We worked so hard at practices on our dance and all of our hard work was degraded in a split
