BLOOD ON THE FLOOR.
"Well now we have blood on the floor!" // "Check yourself! Who's bleeding?! We need to keep the floors clean!" "Not me! (...I think...)" // "Oh! Did it hurt?" "Noo!" // "It's just a nose bleed. From the flu, I guess." "Oh, well good."
...But the faces of those rugby players were priceless, when the sports halls middle-curtain started to rise! // "Who's bleeding?! Hey chicks?!" "...Is someone bleeding there?" "Yes! This is a tough sport!" // "Ha ha!" "Ha ha"
"Phew! I gotta strech soon, before the pain hits me!" // "Owh!" "...Funny thing by the way..." //
When I was 15: "At the end of the class I want you to fill up these feedback forms. We use them for planning next years gym classes!" // "In the future I wish to be left alone, and my hate for sports to be respected." "Some people hate flower arranging, some hate anal sex, I hate sports"
(Oh YES I did!) // "Emmi! Could you stay for a-" "Don't think so!"
And my attitude didn't really got any better...
"BUT today..." // ...I did some crazy stuff! "Shit Caht" "Giggle!" ...Quite a lot of this... // ...A remarkable amount of this... // ...But allso...
"Wow! I can get FAST with these skates!" "Me! Emmi Valve!" "Am moving on a high speed!" // "Go us!!"
"...Oh man." // "...I could get all sensitive with this..." "If I had the physical strength." // "...Gotta eat some painkiller to be able to sleep..." // "I so can't vait for our next practise!"
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Oh, and the sport we are talking about here is Roller Derby, and the team to support is P-Town Brawlers.
