I will await my own fate.

I am waiting for the worst.
In approximately 45 minutes, I must leave this splendidly fluffy couch and migrate to my car.
From my car, I will travel 8 miles to the dreaded sound of bouncing leather on wood, and the smell of sweat and panic.
This, is basketball camp.
Where dreams are crushed, and embarrassments come alive.
You would think that this atmosphere would accept a 6'1" girl with open arms.
But instead, it glares upon her like she's just a peice of meat.
I am that girl.
I am scared, unwilling to participate, and dreading every moment.
Oh, how lovely it sounds to just quit.
To do more of what I love.
To not have those glaring eyes anymore.
For my expectations to be ignored.
Because I am the queen of my destiny.
No human being on this earth will ever tell me how to run my life.
I will not simply be another stereotype on the face of this planet.
I will await my own fate.
I will wait patiently.

Summer- Land of the sun.

I can feel it now.

The slight breeze in my face,

Water slapping against my skin from the nearby garden hose,

And oh,

The sun.

How it shines.

How it fills every word I speak with passion and happiness.

It is good.

It is right.

I see myself now.

Me, sprawled out on a rickety trampoline, trying to gather some sweet sunlight. 

How I love the feeling of warmth.

How I love summer.

It excitedly awaits me.