Pain wise, I mean. Maybe mentally too, I don't know.
I am in pain. All the time. And I have been for about... two weeks now? I'm not sure.
I think I've done something to my hip. Not sure. It hurts like HELL. Jesus Christ, do not play football. EVER. Or soccer, because my GOD. This is HORRIBLE.
It hursts to walk, it hurts to sit, it hurst to get dressed, it hurts to have a shower.
The Fantastic race was absolute shit. Gotta be honest to you. Absolute shit.
I am NOT going next year. Unless I can be the only girl in my patrol. Otherwise NO EFFING WAY.
I had 4 girls to look after this year, one older, all the others younger. So Jett (older) wouldn't listen to a word I said. Libby followed Jett like a puppy, and Susan and Caitlin followed Libby.
I had no real connections other than Scouts anyway. Libby, Susan and Jett all go to OLSH, and they all used to go to St. Peter's. Caitlin and Libby do basketball together too.
I had nothin'.
I denied them garlic bread. I got the silent treatment.
Susan lost her phone. Of course it was my fault.
I fell over really badly at the train station. They left me there. Just kept walking to the crossing. While I was crying, might I add.
Denied fish and chips. More silence.
It started raining on us. How that is my fault, I don't know. But it was.
So there you go.
And I acted like a total bitch to them on the second day of the race. But you know what? I don't give a damn.
-Rachael
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