The grass itches my legs as I sit silently waiting for my name to be called. As one girl goes up my nerves get worse and worse until I feel like I am going to faint. “Kaylah,” I hear from in the distance, I quickly chuck the acorn that I picked at while waiting and stood up and walked to the front. I stood there for a while then bent down to grab the metal ball. It was heavier than I expected, my floppy arms could barely even lift the thing yet through it. I lent back, took a deep breath and let go, through the air it went until it hit the ground.
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