It's Friday

It's Friday. I wish I had a reason to get out of bed.

Who cares that it's Friday? I still have to go to school, I still have to go to basketball practice, and I won't even see my friends today. What point is there?

Tomorrow, I want to see them. I don't care what we do, I just want to be with them.

I don't feel so good. I kinda got beat up in practice yesterday, scrimmaging against the guys. But at the same time, I beat them up too. So I guess we're even. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.

The guy who guarded me, was guarding REALLY close. I don't know what it is about a strong arm behind my back, it's comforting. Last week at practice, I was falling backwards, and one of the boys caught me. And here it is again. A strong arm. Behind my back.

I know that shouldn't feel that good to me. I know that these random boys shouldn't make me feel so good. But I'm 16 and full of hormones. Any touch gives me goosebumps.