San Antonio Trip

On Thursday afternoon the bell rings at three P.M  I pick up my backpack and go towards the soccer room. The room is filled with commotion of everyone packing their bags getting ready for the trip. Then after about what seemed 15 min. We were on the bus driving towards San Antonio. The people who were on the bus with me are the better of the two soccer teams. I am friends with most of the players accept one. The one I'm speaking of always looks at me with very judgemental yet cowardly eyes.. He does not speak to me,  yet his actions speak his message themselves. When I offer help or give him a piece of advice he tells me to go away and that I am not accepted by anyone, yet no one else treats me like him. I ignored him for the most part yet he was in the back of my head, annoying me with  his constant judgemental views. We got to San Antonio and found out who are roommates were then we settled in our rooms and turned on the TV and chatted. My roommates were not rude or judgemental towards me perhaps they might have even seen me as me. Yet because of The Judgemental one, I thought they were acting fake towards me. The next morning I woke up and went downstairs for a muffin and a cup of orange Juice. Then I went down and sat at a table with two of my teammates. They had already eaten there Breakfast so they were picking up their trash and then heading back to their rooms. Of course they are not going to stay there if they had already eaten there breakfast yet because of the  Judgemental one I thought they were leaving because I was there. Then I went to sit with the Coach and a Few other teammates  and finished my breakfast. Then I went back upstairs to get ready to go to our first game. At the First game one of my friends pointed out that there were big birds flying above us. I glanced up and saw BIG hawks flying in a circle around the field we were on. I did not think much of it though throughout the trip I saw BIG hawks over and over again. That night we went to the path of the River.. We split up into groups and walked our own ways.. oddly enough most of the team, including the Coach, ended up eating at the same place. I pulled up a chair next to the judgemental one because it was the only spot. He told me to go sit at another table. I told him to stop being so rude yet he kept on ignoring me just telling me to move.. and he also said well if you are so annoyed with me quit soccer. So I ended up sitting at another table with two other teammates. I had asked this question before to this teammate but since it came up again I decided to ask again.  I asked ."Why does he hate me?" He being the Judgemental one. And the same response I get all the time I got again.."I have no idea" So I proceeded to focusing on what I wanted to order to and forgot about it. The 2nd day I woke up and went down for Breakfast and got a banana, an apple, and a muffin with two cups of Orange Juice. This time I sat with The Coach a player that had graduated and a teammate. I talked to the graduated player about his new life out of high school. Then I went back to my room to pack my belongings and get ready for our two last games and the drive back home! The drive back home was very relaxing, I even got to take a nap. When we got back to the school I helped bring some equipment in to the learning center. Then as I was walking back outside the Judgemental One made a big mess.. I offered to help him clean it up yet all he could say is go away no one likes you. This truly hit me hard and I felt like beating him up yet I held my self from doing so and Proceeded outside. Then I asked two of my teammates  the same question I asked in San Antonio. And This time I got an Answer.. It felt good knowing that there are somethings that I need to work on. Then one of the teammates said .There is always that one person that is going to hate you no matter what you do. I have heard this yet it never really sinks in to me. That afternoon I questioned why should I go on with my life. Why not end it? What is the purpose of going through all these problems to at the end leave it? If we are going to leave it anyways why can we not press the power button on our lives if we do not want to go through the troubles? Then after speaking with some family I felt better and prouder yet it still strikes me odd how going through what seems as never-ending problems , pays off somehow. One day I will understand but I hope for that day to come sooner rather than later. For now I have the Hawks watching, and guarding over me. I wish I could see the world through the Eyes of a Hawk.