One point short!

Not by ten, not by five, But by one flipping point! What could I have done wrong? What did I miss? Did the judges not like me? Questions, just constant questions I asked myself as I sat there on the bench, which now seemed to be meant for the unwanted, isolated duds! I watched as the kid almost five years younger than me walked up to the stage and received my award, MY HONORS SPEAKING AWARD! Which should have had my name on it. I hated it, I hated that someone like him, No boy like him had won an award which I know that I had worked twice or maybe even had worked three times harder than he did. I sat there at the lonesome bench on the verge of throwing a hissy fit. My dad had looked back in concern as if I was about to assault someone, which had probably seemed odd. Everyone knows me as the chill earth, insightful person who was never the girl who was about to jump a boy. I didn't know what to feel. Anger, Disappointment, blue. It was all just a rush. I may have shed a tier or two but what was I supposed to do … all I could think of was to take a deep breath and remember that not every endeavor, no matter how much effort you put in will lead to the outcome you hope for. As Kevin Hart once said “ Everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to do the work. I live by that. You grind hard so you can play hard. In the end as the day day you put in the work.” I stood up and gave that man a handshake.