Just a vent.
So I began to play tennis right before sixth grade. Before that, I'd been chubby, awkward, and not athletic AT ALL. My parents actually forced me to play. I really, really didn't want to. I screamed and cried but they made me go. The moment I picked up my racket and hit the ball, I felt something new. It was like heat was flying through my arm, and my palm tingled. I felt strong. I'm in eighth grade now. Last year, I began to cut. My tennis racket was the only thing I could depend on, and I looked forward to getting home to it. See, all my friends began to change. Guys began to change. My grades changed. My family changed. I had absolutely no control over ANYTHING. One day I realized there was one thing that had never changed. Tennis. No matter what was going on- drama, sickness, bullying- or how I felt- happy, sad, mad, stressed- I was just really good at tennis. My high school cut freshman sports this year, so when I go there, no tennis. I want to try to get a tennis scholarship to a school, but my parents are probably going to make me drop tennis. I know tennis can get me places, I know I'm really good. Its the only thing I've ever been best at. I plan to make a career out of it. Going to a dopey public high school full of Teen Mom wannabes and druggies isn't going to get me anywhere. TENNIS WILL. They're going to make me do basketball. I really, really don't want to. I'm not even that good. I don't plan to do it later in my life, so why waste my time now? Tennis saved my life. I'm terrified of what will happen when I have to drop it. Its my life. This was just a huge vent, if you read it all, I love you.