Hi guys! I know I'm starting a new story when I haven't finished the other 2 but let me get started on this first and I'll try and finish up "Impossible" tomorrow while "My Teenage Robot Sister" is on hiatus for now. Anyway, this is based on a real life experience and I'll let you guys know when it turns from real life to imagination because some stuff I'm planning to write about this won't be true. The names used in this story are changed for identity. Enough with the rambling, enjoy and let me know what you think!
Something New
You're probably thinking you can't fall in love with someone you've never met before right? For some people, their answer would probably no. As for me, my answer is a solid yes. Why? Well recent and maybe some past experience told me you really can for a fact. Let's start from the beginning.
It was a very hot Saturday afternoon. Almost hell-like heat beating down in my Un-air conditioned room as well as the rest of my house. Today was a big day for me, probably the biggest. I was going to my very first wrestling event in my town. I was suppose to go to WWE Raw that was live an hour or two from where I live but I couldn't go because of transportation issues. I was extremely disappointed, crying all week about it thinking I was never going to live my dream of going there.
But one day during the next week, I was passing walking through the mall and saw some interesting flyers posted on a store window. It advertised a wrestling event happening in my town on Saturday of next week. The poster had the match card set up for what was going to take place with a very special guest with a meet and greet of the wrestlers of the roster. It caught my eye instantly and remembered thinking back of how I cried because I couldn't go to Raw. Funny how an opportunity may close but another one opens, even if it's different from what you originally planned. I smiled to myself and set a reminder to the date determined that this was my chance to go to my first wrestling event.
"Stop sweating! Ugh!" I yell at myself while looking in the bathroom mirror trying to fix my makeup. As I was trying to dry my face off with a towel and re-do my foundation on my face, I was thinking my usual negative thoughts. What if this doesn't go well? What if I look or sound dumb when I'm talking to the wrestlers? Or anyone? It's not like the very exciting, most popular dreamt, and year round event of WWE, but I guess this will be good. I just hope that my depression from not going to Raw will keep me from trying to have fun at this Indy event.
"What are you gunna wear?!" I hear my mom scream from her bedroom, waking me up from my thoughts. Even though I'm still trying to keep my makeup from drowning from my face, I put the foundation brush on the sink and look through my drawers to find a shirt and some shorts. I figured if I wore a wrestling shirt, I could get some recognition of who I'm a fan of and maybe gain some friends. But the shirts I have now are either too heavy or shows too much of my "side fat". Now I'm even more frustrated.
I quickly made up my mind and chose a pink v-neck shirt with a jersey style number on it, and some jean shorts to give to my mom to iron quickly.
I'm in a rush since the doors to the place open at 5:30 and it's already 10 minutes till' right now. I rushed to dress up, finally fix my makeup with a sweaty face after I just gave up completely, put on some Maybelline Baby Lips lipstick, grabbed my phone and wallet, and headed out the door at five with my friend taking me, anticipating the night ahead.