Cold Feet (Birdie)

[Winston Family Values]

Birdie had been syncing herself up for this all week. She could do this. She could absolutely do this. She could knock on the door to the locker room door and confront the girl who had her face. She could do this.

"Just knock." Birdie said softly to herself.

It wasn't meant to be rocket science. It wasn't meant to be hard. The best way to solve a mystery would be to just confront the girl herself. It wasn't going to be hard. It was literally going to be the simplist thing ever...

The sound of her cellphone made her jump and she quickly moved away from the lockerroom door to answer her phone, "Hey Ricky. Yeah, no we are still on for mario cart after my match. Yeah. Yeah... I love you too. No...No, I kinda lost my nerve."

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"To be honest I don't expect this match to go well for me. I expect to get my butt kicked. Not that I don't think of myself as a good wrestler. I think I do okay. I just don't expect to win against someone who has a breifcase and the ability to challenge the world champion. But That doesn't mean I'm just gonna be sitting around. I'm going to give it my best. And honestly, that's all anyone can really expect.


I just... I have a lot more on my mind."