How many little failures in a day?
In a rush to fill a cup, haste makes waste and the cup spills and now the crying child has to wait for the spill to be cleaned and a new filling of the cup before being soothed with her sweet orange drink.
Bumping into things, dropping things, being clumbsy. And non of those failures of action and intention matter. Until one does.
Its not about getting punched and loosing your balance and falling with your bookbag, or the sound and feeling of your sick sister's Cheering Trophy snapping in your bag, or that you didn't walk away like your sister would have wanted you to when Eric Martin and Tony Leery, called you fat and your sister ugly. Or the tearing of your pants at the knee, or the knee scrapping and bleeding. And it happening infront of your peers waiting for the late bus.
Its about locking eyes with Paige Harper, and seeing the look of pity there. And the burning tightness and heat rushing to your face. Because your already crying.
Its the piles of failures infront of the one good thing you hoped for all being crushed at once.
Its hearing Paige yell at Eric and stand over you and Punch him back.
Its the teachers taking Paige and Eric and Tony in for suspention and letting you go even though you threw the first ineefective punch. and its walking home bacause you just can't sit on that buss after this. And then it rains.
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