Waimarino- A blade of Grass

I sat there, the wind making me move. My fellow blades sat there with me, as we watch the many kids flood the area. Small drops of rain landed on my dark green skin. The feet of many people trampled me, causing me to fall over. I tried standing back up only to be shoved back down like I was nothing to them. More and more rain pelted down, making me slippery. Still they walked on me. After I thought that the torture was over, to be stood on again until I was left on the ground. I feared getting up as I would just get pushed down again. But soon the kids left. I looked around to see the end kids walked into the changing rooms. There were people coming out happily and there was people coming out glumly like they didn't want to be here. This time as they flooded back out, they avoided me, in fear of what was surrounding us. I heard things like "There might be prickles." This was our only defence, to hurt them. It tended to work, most times. Still I get trampled over and over again until they went somewhere else. I couldn't see where they went but I knew they were coming back. I heard chattering teeth and the sound of water hitting the concrete. Before long they came back, walking to the many places. Most of them went to the warm pool. I couldn't blame them. As more and more people emerged from the cold lake, the more that came near me. I braced myself for more pain of being stood on. It came in small amounts, but it still happened. This is what happened to me daily. You think that I would be used to it by now, but no. I see these things around me jumping into the lake, and then them heaving themselves up. But there were this group of people that just sat in the warm pool for a while, then got out. Watching them intently made me forget about the others. They slowly made their way the white tent shivering from the cold. After like 5 minutes it started to rain, the girls squealed and complained. I turned my head to the tent, two girls sat there shivering from the cold. A lady left to go somewhere, she had money in her hand. Soon after another girl got out, this one had ginger hair. As she walked back to the tent, the other lady came back, two cups of something in her hands. The three girls sat in a circle, huddled in their towels, trying to preserve body heat. The rain was getting harder and harder, more and more people got out. I heard everything. 3 of them were leaving, people telling them they were lucky. Once they left, it was their school that went kayaking. The sun came out. Oh the warmth! They kayaked and kayaked but they soon had to leave. I was dreaded this moment. I would be trampled again. I wish I could be free, I wish I could join them. But no, I am stuck in the ground, as a hopeless piece of grass.