100 tons floating on top of the sea. How does such a thing float on top of the water so effortlessly while a paper sinks to the bottom. The trick is to keep the water out instead of letting it in.

The weight of the world and all of the nasty things that come with it are under you, you try I keep it out and let None of it in. At some point you think you have it all going for you, but just then your headlamp goes out and you are unable to see what is ahead of you. Your boat gets punctured by a foreign object. Slowly the water fills into your boat. Eventually it sinks.

I walk down the hall. There is confidence in my strides as I make it to gym. My hair was in a messy ponytail and my nails were naked except for a few specks of nail polish that hadn't yet worn off. I was wearing gym shorts and a Nike tee. The Nike part of the shirt had nothing to do with me or how much money I had, but it was the only key to having classy people talk to me.

That day we were playing volleyball. They had to pick a sport I was absolutely horrific at. Though I hated most all sports, I actually enjoyed this one. Though I enjoyed the sport, I was terrible at it.
The person on the back row served the ball and the game began. Everyone was scrambling to get under the ball and make it go over the net. The other team hit the ball and it went over the net and straight towards me. My hands were no quicker than anyone else's and the ball hit me right smack in the face. My nose quickly started to pour out blood leaving me to run to the bathroom to clean up. The entire way there, all I could hear were chuckles and whispers.

"Don't let them in your head bailey." I said, glaring at my reflection.