The Tragic Life of ...

Commonly found in a variety of different athlete's homes, I live amongst different sizes, shapes, and colours of footwear. My family is most often found worldwide in different shades of black, navy and gray. I'm used specifically for the sport of rugby so my soles are precisely made out of rubber, but I have cousins who are made out of metal and are used to make a victorious home run at a Baseball game. If you haven't already determined the obvious, I'm a pair of Natalie's cleets currently shoved at the back of her closet for the winter season. Thoroughly coloured black with long matching laces, I come from the Nike company proudly representing the white check marks on the lateral area of my sides. With my fine stitching and lustre, I shine like a natural born rugby star.

It was time for the first game of the season, time for the moment I greatly anticipated. I was pulled over thick red socks, and she tugged my laces into a tight knot. This was fine by me, as long as I could upkeep my appearance! Suddenly, with the use of hockey tape, she wrapped this sticky restraint around my laces and mid-section. The glue from the tape stuck to my body, and I realized it would take a dozen tubs of soap and water to destroy the sticky substance. She didn't trust my laces to stay knotted tightly, so she taped them down onto my body.

Sticky tape, okay... i suppose I'll get used to this feeling, what other harm could she do? Just then, she jumped to her feet and headed off to the game.

The pounding of her feet against the hard Earth surged a feeling of excitement through my body. However, after a ninety minute game, I realized this would put a lot of stress upon my body. I was sore, tired, and sticky! 

The last play of the game was drawing near as Natalie occupied her position waiting to sprint off. TACKLE! She was brought down, and soon enough, other girls were towering over her body with dirt encompassing her body. My entire appearance changed from flawless shade of black to a muddy brown tone I wished not to flaunt. 

The winter season doesn't seem as bad anymore.. I've caught up on some much needed nap time, and I sparkle happily at the back of her closet. Now that I think about it though, it's nearing mid-march, is it not? Rugby season is coming up, time to prepare for my realistic nightmare.