Overcoming a fear
A Night to Remember
My heart was pounding rapidly; it felt like a thunderous roar in my ears. The blood was quickly drained from my face. I was slightly nauseous, the only thing that kept me from covering the other girls with the unsatisfying scarlet likes of my mothers tasteless spaghetti, was the loud wailing of my empty stomach.
The pounding was louder now, so loud I could barely make out my own thoughts. How could a mere gathering of complete strangers cause these unlikely, unknown feelings to spring up from upon a chest I had buried so long ago? My eyes fluttered to every direction other than at the eager eyes that glared at me from the stands. They taunted me with their unknown thoughts and wicked grins, analyzing and criticizing every single motion. Meanwhile the seconds counted down to the arrival of the refrigerators with legs they call football players.
I was suddenly bombarded with flashbacks of my very first day of school. The exact same emotions lingered inside me. At that moment, I was no longer awaiting the first football game in my cheerleading uniform; I was that scared four year old that felt lost and abandoned to a group that was completely foreign. Reality quickly sunk in and my teeth clenched as the faux mask I wore tightened. A smile was insincerely painted upon my face. My head throbbed and girls whooshed by as mere blurs prepping for the first performance.
My heart accelerated to a thousand miles per hour, it was thrilling and adrenaline filled. Soon that faux mask started to peel off and my smile turned to one of actual elatedness. Never in my wildest thoughts had I experienced a football game like that. All my senses were heightened and I stood dumbfounded at the field that was now on a pedestal to me. I watched as the athletes gave a hundred and ten percent out there.
I no longer feared the crowd, but embraced them. Their eyes turned from mocking to accepting. I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at the task I had performed.
My heart was pounding rapidly; it felt like a thunderous roar in my ears. The blood was quickly drained from my face. I was slightly nauseous, the only thing that kept me from covering the other girls with the unsatisfying scarlet likes of my mothers tasteless spaghetti, was the loud wailing of my empty stomach.
The pounding was louder now, so loud I could barely make out my own thoughts. How could a mere gathering of complete strangers cause these unlikely, unknown feelings to spring up from upon a chest I had buried so long ago? My eyes fluttered to every direction other than at the eager eyes that glared at me from the stands. They taunted me with their unknown thoughts and wicked grins, analyzing and criticizing every single motion. Meanwhile the seconds counted down to the arrival of the refrigerators with legs they call football players.
I was suddenly bombarded with flashbacks of my very first day of school. The exact same emotions lingered inside me. At that moment, I was no longer awaiting the first football game in my cheerleading uniform; I was that scared four year old that felt lost and abandoned to a group that was completely foreign. Reality quickly sunk in and my teeth clenched as the faux mask I wore tightened. A smile was insincerely painted upon my face. My head throbbed and girls whooshed by as mere blurs prepping for the first performance.
My heart accelerated to a thousand miles per hour, it was thrilling and adrenaline filled. Soon that faux mask started to peel off and my smile turned to one of actual elatedness. Never in my wildest thoughts had I experienced a football game like that. All my senses were heightened and I stood dumbfounded at the field that was now on a pedestal to me. I watched as the athletes gave a hundred and ten percent out there.
I no longer feared the crowd, but embraced them. Their eyes turned from mocking to accepting. I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at the task I had performed.