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Intro
It clung uncomfortably onto my skin; the fabric stretched taut across my shoulders and chest. Every movement felt restricted as the tightness pressed insistently against my ribs. How, just how did she fit into this hazard of a top? I should have just listened to Ma
2nd para
“MATHEW PARKER! I BETTER SEE ALL YOUR CLOTHES READY FOR TOMORROW”, Ma exasperated, “AND YOUR JERSEY IS SITTING ON THE COUNTER. PICK IT UP”
A sigh escaped my lips and in shifted onto my back feeling the snug, contented cotton drape that cuddled me. Wow the bed, a true catalyst of jubilance, euphoria even. My eyelids lowered as i drifted into a serene doze. I’ll just tabulate my clothes tomorrow. What was tomorrow u may ask? Well only just the cricket state championships. The competition was so imperative that it had eyes inspecting from all directions. Scouts with eyes of predators on the hunt for desirable players for next season. My coach had proposed my name for the next season, so it was paramount that i performed mesmerisingly. Nothing was permitted to go wrong…
3rd and 4th
Nine forty-five am. A screech of wails erupted from my phone; ‘snooze nine o’clock alarm?’ had gleamed on my phone. With swift i shot up. I’m late! I dashed straight in and out the bathroom, inhaled my cereal, and jammed all my items into my kit. I wore my training top and nicked the jersey right off the counter. I plunged into the backseat of the car, delight arose as i was back on schedule. Time to go!
Fast forward, five minutes before the game, i switched out from my training top into my match attire, but something felt strange …The seam stretched painfully as if protesting the constriction. The fabric had a suffocated grasp which made me aware of all my breaths; as if it were the last ones i was ever going to take. Okay. Okay. It wasn’t that abominable. But still you get that point: i couldnt have worn this, not infront of the scout!
5
I rummaged through my bag, hoping there was a spare. Anything i could wear than this dreaded jersey. And to make it worse my sister had hemmed it to make it even additionally tight! The nightmare has really started.
Sniggers from my best mate Callum elevated. “Tell Aria that i thoroughly savor this moment and her shirt”. I merely shot a look at him. Anxious wrapped around me like the invited shadow it was, its icy fingers clutched at my chest as every breath felt shallow. What was i going to do? I couldnt make a fool of myself infront of those who could dictate my sporting career. I grasped onto my phone firing a text to Aria begging she has my shirt somehow - she also participated for our team previously so she was like our substitute, - but she replied back saying she only had hers. What am i going to do?
End
I endured a heavy pat on my back, it was coach Dixon. He merely treaded out the changing room, no sense of reaction to the jersey - he’s the type to mention these matters, especially at a significant day like today. Yet, nothing. Had he not realised? It then occured that most in the changing room hadnt discovered the severity of the situation. They just smirked at me and simply shrugged it off, striding out the room. Maybe i really was overreacting, besides it was our turn to bat anyways. A quiver exhaled from my lips as i lept out the room, fog of snickers and comments hung around, but i strutted straight to the crease with no hesitation
No one looked over in perplex, everyone was focused oh the competition. Huh, guess this issue already got resolved then. Oh well, it was time to indent my skill onto those scouts, and so i did.
