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hit the gym and then went back to the dorms to shower.  Dylan was gone and I had a little peace.  I pulled on a pair of shorts and got into my single standard dorm bed.  I thought about meeting Nellie tonight.  But I didn’t feel nervous at all.  It was as if I had been waiting to meet her.  Like everything in my life was leading me to her. 
                  I set the alarm and fell asleep in no time.
     
     
                  “If you touch my shoulder one more time, I’m going to kick your ass into next week.”
                  My eyes were still closed and I hadn’t moved from my sleeping position, but I knew exactly who was shoving me, trying to get me to wake up.
                  “I’d like to see you try.” He laughed.
                  “Ugh—what time is it?”
                  “You’ve got about an hour until the game or whatever they call it.”
                  “Ok, I’m up.” 
                  I got out of bed and opened my dresser.  I tore out some ripped jeans and white v-neck t shirt.  Certainly my tattoos wouldn’t be frowned at amongst roller derby girls, right?  I didn’t really know.  But I had a gut feeling that someone with pink hair wouldn’t judge me by my ink, especially since she had some ink of her own.
                  I went to brush my teeth and get ready to go.  It didn’t take me long and I paced the floors waiting for Dylan to get in gear.  I was anxious as all hell. 
                  “Ok, let’s roll. Get it, roll? It might take us a while to get parking and the skate place is clear across town.”
                  “Finally” I groaned at him and he wasn’t funny.
     
     

     

 
     
     
     
11. Nellie
     
                  One thing I could always count on was that my team was always raring to go.  Always pumped, always ready to kick ass —always .  I never needed to give them a pep talk or convince them to get back out there.  They were hungry for the kill, whether we were winning or not.  And I loved it, every single second of it.
                  Everyone was suited up and ready.  And suited up for us takes on a whole new meaning: fishnet stockings, tights with holes in them, short skirts, lace skirts, tall socks.  I went with the short shorts and torn up pink fishnet stockings which now matched my hair.  We all wore matching t shirts but I had ripped the sleeves off of mine and most of the collar.  Everyone was adjusting their skates and putting on more eye makeup and more eye makeup.  I glanced around the make sure the girls had remembered to take off all of their jewelry.  Not only was it against the rules, but you took the chance of getting your earl obe ripped off if you forgot to take out your earrings. 
                  We heard the announcer call our team’s name and the roar my team let out could be heard from miles away.  Whatever team was waiting for us on the other side had better be scared.  And if they weren’t they were flat out stupid.  
                  We skated out and made some practice round around the ring.  I laughed because it looked like Slam Ya Amber had already drummed up some beef with a girl from the opposite team.  The ref was already in full force and we were only warming up. 
                  The bout went fast as always and we won but only by the skin of our teeth.  The other team was fierce and their blockers were mean and huge.  Not fat, just muscular and big.
                  I skated behind the team and had almost made it to the edge when a body slammed me from behind propelling me into someone else.  Then instead of immediately recovering, I ducked  my head because o ut of nowhere my team was on the perpetrator before she could get away. The fight didn’t last long and no one wanted to get in trouble so