Mako's Message: Fuck it. Chapter.
Enjoy.
Well, we won. So we move on to State...or is it Regional? I don't remember right now and I don't care enough to check.
I'm tired. I want to go curl up with Dave on a couch and watch a movie. I don't care which house or which movie. Just so long as I'm with Dave and I can fall asleep if I feel like it. And it'd have to be a really good movie for me to not want to at this point.
It also feels really great to get out of that cheerleading uniform. I don't think I realized just how tight and uncomfortable it'd gotten. It's probably because the suit was the least of my problems whenever I had to wear it. Brooke, training, keeping the girls in line, Brooke, the competition, all the other bitches at the competition, Brooke. And Coach Baum lectured me for like...ten straight minutes for not coming to her to report all the harassment I was getting. It honestly didn't occur to me. And if it did I probably wouldn't have done anything. What would stop them from keeping it up besides a solid punch to the face? Well, Coach Baum had an answer to that that I'm actually mad I didn't think of it instead of planning ways to dispose of Brooke's body.
Let her film the harassment and then show it to the officials so they're disqualified and sent home. Possibly even bared from competing ever again.
Not as satisfying as punching their face in, but nothing to come back and bite me.
I hope we get a request to escort some lady while she moves her stuff out of an abusive boyfriends apartment...or locate a drug den...or get to bust up some sex traffickers. Anything that let's me feel like I'm doing some good for the world while also letting out all this frustration.
