There was this fucking boy who kept ordering everyone around and told us girls to move to a different place on the field thing so we would be more out of it and all I did was say “non” and crossed my arms and I swore a lot because I don’t like rugby. I said “Fuck I’m sorry I’m a girl” to him but he didn’t understand which is ok because I like dishing it out but not receiving it.
There were these two really competitive girls (I hate competitive things and girls) also and they were skinny but mean and one told a skinny boy that he played like shit (merde) and I was like “bitch that’s too far” (I didn’t say it but I thought it) and I gave the The Look.
Look I did try a bit I kind of like running at people and hitting them but the first time I did I tried to tackle a girl and I did it really well but I accidentally kind of slammed into the back of her, swung my right arm around and latched on to her huge jelly like teet and then apologised a lot and gave her some weird like reassuring pat on the back.
Anyway back to this boy I kept making the “Watch out we’ve got a badass over here face” face when he was planning our team’s attack because I was standing behind him. I called him The King, Fuck Wit, Who Is This Fuck Wit and I Fucking Hate That Blonde Kid to Amandine. I kept muttering “Je n’aime pas” and crossing my arms.
I’d have little surges of less-negatitveness and I would try to tackle some one but some of the boys were as tall as my dad and I would run towards them but as they got closer I was like “nup nah uh” and would look at the DILFy sports teacher like I was disappointed in him.
That word sums up my first experience with rugby, disappointing. I am utterly disappointed that such a stupid game exists.