Post by Keira Hunter on Apr 4, 2017 4:10:47 GMT
In every girl’s life, there’s first. I guess that goes for everyone, but being as how I have ovaries...I’m gonna focus on the girls.
There’s your first haircut, your first crush, your first boyfriend or girlfriend, and there’s your first kiss...among other things that are a little more painful, and visit once a month. There’s first dances, and all that, and while other girls were off doing their hair, or perfecting makeup, trying to impress everyone else, then, just like now, I went the opposite direction.
Then, like now, I look to impress absolutely nobody but myself. It’s how I got through life ignoring the ignorance of others, and it’s how I let the name calling and hurtful words run right down my back and out of my mind.
I was like the other girls at first, but as my more “Gothic” phase, the “phase” I call normal began, the first boyfriend who gave the first kiss, soon became the first break up.
THEN…
It was after summer break, and school was just coming back to session after a long summer off...two months to be exact. Most kids would hang out with each other, and that’s what I wanted to do, but instead, my parents took it upon themselves to take me on a trip. I was taken from everything in the blink of an eye, but it was on this trip that I started to...change.
I had been away from my boyfriend Scott, and all of my friends, and when I was sitting there on the bed in the hotel, I started watching this show on television...a few of you might have heard of it...but for sake of mystery, I’ll leave the name out. There was this girl, and she was a complete opposite of the hero of the show. The hero was blonde, she was a brunette. The hero was cutesy and wore bright colors and stood out while this girl, my hero of the show, wore darker makeup, and more brooding colors. She kicked ass and that’s who I wanted to be.
So I got back with about two weeks left before school was to begin again and I got my allowance money and went to the local store and bought makeup in darker colors. My hair was already pitch black, and so it was time to make the look, and boy was it a change from the normal.
I ditched glasses for contacts, I let my hair down and straightened it instead of always tying it up, and my lips were a dark maroon color while the liner around my eyes, and the shadows I started using got darker and darker.
Returning to school, I actually had a confidence to my step. After all, this cool chick on television looked like this and was the talk of the school...even though she didn’t go to it. People loved her. She had sex appeal and a badass attitude, and that’s what I wanted to portray. I got to school and headed over to the hangout area where my boyfriend said he’d be waiting. I noticed a few looks here and there and could tell some people were talking, but I didn’t mind as I headed to the quad area. I saw Scott and I ran up to him. He was clearly startled as he hugged me before pushing me back a little bit.
”What...what happened to you?”
I looked over my body. My black hair hung down to my shoulders, I was wearing a leather jacket, bought by my father, and had a black skirt flowing out over a pair of leggings.
“What? What’s wrong with me?”
He studied me up and down, and I just glared, my knee stuck out, and my hand on my hip, clearly annoyed.
”You...you’re just...you’re so dark.”
I smiled as I framed myself over.
“Well...yeah. I mean, I was watching the television, and I saw the chick on there, and she was so cool, so I thought I’d give it a try.”
He seemed so unsure of himself, and of what he was seeing before him.
“You look really freaked out.”
”This is a huge change.”
“I figured it would take you a little time to get used to, and I’m okay with that.”
He shook his head.
”It’s not that it’s going to take time. I don’t know if I want to get used to it.”
I felt my heart sink instantly.
“Wha...what are you talking about?”
”This isn’t the girl I started dating. This isn’t the girl I’ve had my first kiss with. You’re not you Keira...you’re this.”
I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I shook my head and held my hand up to my mouth before I would say something that I would regret. Rather than give him an answer, I simply turned and ran off. It was at that moment that I felt my first true hurt based off of what I look like and for someone I thought I loved to be so shallow, was enough to tear my heart directly in half. I ran to a corner, sank down and just cried.
NOW…
To be different isn’t a sin.
The camera fades in and I’m sitting in a seat, way up in the stands of the arena where the Diamond In The Rough Tournament was taking place. There was nobody around me and the crew was taking down the stage and preparing to embark on the next destination. I crossed my legs in front of me, resting them on the chair in front of me, my arms folded over my chest.
As a matter of fact, the diversity of this company is what makes it so appealing to the entire world. It’s what makes people travel from all over to see us perform down there in the ring.
I point down to the ring as the crew starts to undo the apron skirt ropes.
It’s why Riley Gordon was able to search far and wide in order to find the women in this tournament.
Sitting forward in my seat, I lean forward with a look of confusion on my face.
Do you think if she went to one part of the United States, we’d have all of these different faces? I mean, come on, look at my match in particular. You have the Barbie Doll of the world against the freak. You have a girl who people wouldn’t think twice about voting queen of a dance against the one who sits off in the shadows and shakes her head at the beauty pageant that is a high school dance.
Last week, I went through Yulia Malakova, and I did it not because of my looks, but because of my skills inside of a wrestling ring.
I flash a grin.
You’re probably wondering how I got such training. You’re probably wondering why it is I looked so polished at such a young age, and the answer to your question is...commitment.
I point to the side.
While the other were perfecting makeup and getting their hair done, I was training. While others worried about college applications, and SAT and ACT scores, I knew from day one EXACTLY what I wanted to do and I found out immediately what I would have to do to get to that spot.
I sit back and smack the arms of my chair.
And now, here I am...a single win away from the finals of a tournament deemed to be set up to find the next female superstar, the next Diamond. I’m two matches away from getting into a match that determines the freaking Number One Contendership for the Diamonds Title at an event so big, Night of the Immortals barely does it justice.
I take a breath. Just hearing those words escape was enough to send me into an emotional high, so much so that a tear even escaped and trickled down my cheek. I was choked up and you could hear it in my voice.
This is all I’ve ever wanted. Others want to be doctors, lawyers, astronauts...no...I wanted to be in that ring. I wanted a release from life, and I’ve gotten that in every way shape or form. That’s why, come round two, when I take on blondie, I’m not going to be stopped from becoming the Diamond In The Rough. I’m going to show all those who are “different” that it’s okay. I’m going to show them that it isn’t a sin...it’s a damn gift from God. Don’t conform...don’t be like everyone else...be you...and the world will fall right into place.
There’s silence as I stare down at the crew from the upper deck, watching them dismantle the set as the scene fades.
There’s your first haircut, your first crush, your first boyfriend or girlfriend, and there’s your first kiss...among other things that are a little more painful, and visit once a month. There’s first dances, and all that, and while other girls were off doing their hair, or perfecting makeup, trying to impress everyone else, then, just like now, I went the opposite direction.
Then, like now, I look to impress absolutely nobody but myself. It’s how I got through life ignoring the ignorance of others, and it’s how I let the name calling and hurtful words run right down my back and out of my mind.
I was like the other girls at first, but as my more “Gothic” phase, the “phase” I call normal began, the first boyfriend who gave the first kiss, soon became the first break up.
THEN…
It was after summer break, and school was just coming back to session after a long summer off...two months to be exact. Most kids would hang out with each other, and that’s what I wanted to do, but instead, my parents took it upon themselves to take me on a trip. I was taken from everything in the blink of an eye, but it was on this trip that I started to...change.
I had been away from my boyfriend Scott, and all of my friends, and when I was sitting there on the bed in the hotel, I started watching this show on television...a few of you might have heard of it...but for sake of mystery, I’ll leave the name out. There was this girl, and she was a complete opposite of the hero of the show. The hero was blonde, she was a brunette. The hero was cutesy and wore bright colors and stood out while this girl, my hero of the show, wore darker makeup, and more brooding colors. She kicked ass and that’s who I wanted to be.
So I got back with about two weeks left before school was to begin again and I got my allowance money and went to the local store and bought makeup in darker colors. My hair was already pitch black, and so it was time to make the look, and boy was it a change from the normal.
I ditched glasses for contacts, I let my hair down and straightened it instead of always tying it up, and my lips were a dark maroon color while the liner around my eyes, and the shadows I started using got darker and darker.
Returning to school, I actually had a confidence to my step. After all, this cool chick on television looked like this and was the talk of the school...even though she didn’t go to it. People loved her. She had sex appeal and a badass attitude, and that’s what I wanted to portray. I got to school and headed over to the hangout area where my boyfriend said he’d be waiting. I noticed a few looks here and there and could tell some people were talking, but I didn’t mind as I headed to the quad area. I saw Scott and I ran up to him. He was clearly startled as he hugged me before pushing me back a little bit.
”What...what happened to you?”
I looked over my body. My black hair hung down to my shoulders, I was wearing a leather jacket, bought by my father, and had a black skirt flowing out over a pair of leggings.
“What? What’s wrong with me?”
He studied me up and down, and I just glared, my knee stuck out, and my hand on my hip, clearly annoyed.
”You...you’re just...you’re so dark.”
I smiled as I framed myself over.
“Well...yeah. I mean, I was watching the television, and I saw the chick on there, and she was so cool, so I thought I’d give it a try.”
He seemed so unsure of himself, and of what he was seeing before him.
“You look really freaked out.”
”This is a huge change.”
“I figured it would take you a little time to get used to, and I’m okay with that.”
He shook his head.
”It’s not that it’s going to take time. I don’t know if I want to get used to it.”
I felt my heart sink instantly.
“Wha...what are you talking about?”
”This isn’t the girl I started dating. This isn’t the girl I’ve had my first kiss with. You’re not you Keira...you’re this.”
I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I shook my head and held my hand up to my mouth before I would say something that I would regret. Rather than give him an answer, I simply turned and ran off. It was at that moment that I felt my first true hurt based off of what I look like and for someone I thought I loved to be so shallow, was enough to tear my heart directly in half. I ran to a corner, sank down and just cried.
NOW…
To be different isn’t a sin.
The camera fades in and I’m sitting in a seat, way up in the stands of the arena where the Diamond In The Rough Tournament was taking place. There was nobody around me and the crew was taking down the stage and preparing to embark on the next destination. I crossed my legs in front of me, resting them on the chair in front of me, my arms folded over my chest.
As a matter of fact, the diversity of this company is what makes it so appealing to the entire world. It’s what makes people travel from all over to see us perform down there in the ring.
I point down to the ring as the crew starts to undo the apron skirt ropes.
It’s why Riley Gordon was able to search far and wide in order to find the women in this tournament.
Sitting forward in my seat, I lean forward with a look of confusion on my face.
Do you think if she went to one part of the United States, we’d have all of these different faces? I mean, come on, look at my match in particular. You have the Barbie Doll of the world against the freak. You have a girl who people wouldn’t think twice about voting queen of a dance against the one who sits off in the shadows and shakes her head at the beauty pageant that is a high school dance.
Last week, I went through Yulia Malakova, and I did it not because of my looks, but because of my skills inside of a wrestling ring.
I flash a grin.
You’re probably wondering how I got such training. You’re probably wondering why it is I looked so polished at such a young age, and the answer to your question is...commitment.
I point to the side.
While the other were perfecting makeup and getting their hair done, I was training. While others worried about college applications, and SAT and ACT scores, I knew from day one EXACTLY what I wanted to do and I found out immediately what I would have to do to get to that spot.
I sit back and smack the arms of my chair.
And now, here I am...a single win away from the finals of a tournament deemed to be set up to find the next female superstar, the next Diamond. I’m two matches away from getting into a match that determines the freaking Number One Contendership for the Diamonds Title at an event so big, Night of the Immortals barely does it justice.
I take a breath. Just hearing those words escape was enough to send me into an emotional high, so much so that a tear even escaped and trickled down my cheek. I was choked up and you could hear it in my voice.
This is all I’ve ever wanted. Others want to be doctors, lawyers, astronauts...no...I wanted to be in that ring. I wanted a release from life, and I’ve gotten that in every way shape or form. That’s why, come round two, when I take on blondie, I’m not going to be stopped from becoming the Diamond In The Rough. I’m going to show all those who are “different” that it’s okay. I’m going to show them that it isn’t a sin...it’s a damn gift from God. Don’t conform...don’t be like everyone else...be you...and the world will fall right into place.
There’s silence as I stare down at the crew from the upper deck, watching them dismantle the set as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.