Every day, after the last bell rings, I navigate through the throngs of intimidating upperclassmen. It’s like The Hunger Games, stay calm, keep your head down, and try not to piss anyone off. I go to the locker room after I buying one of those amazing, addicting, chocolate muffins. Once soccer players, field …show more content…
I walked into the room and the unpleasant scent of sweat mixed with the entirety of the Macy's perfume department enveloped me. The voices of at least 40 girls trying to talk over each other bounced off of the walls as my eyes adjust to the dim fluorescent bulbs. I walked past the pair of denim shorts that have been there since August and toward the corner of yellow lockers in the back corner. I greeted my friends and teammates, all of them in various stages of changing, and laughed to myself at how uncomfortable this would have made me in sixth grade. Once we had all changed the other teams had cleared out to go wait in the old gym. All that was left was the chatter of my teammates and a few stragglers from other teams. Once the remaining girls left, we all sat on two benches facing each other. We took out whatever it was that we wanted to do before the game. Food, homework, and phones were our main entertainment and we sat there chatting as I picked at my muffin. The subject changed frequently from emotional, to cooing over pictures of my new kitten, to what we were doing that weekend, to things that would have had us rolling on the floor laughing if it had been any floor other than the sticky, disgusting floor of the locker room. That’s when we really opened up to each other. I think that it’s that day that really brought us