I could do better.
I knew I could. But I didn't and that was the problem.
The car was silent for the beginning of the ride back home. No one spoke. Mom was driving. Not once did she take her eyes off the road. Dad was flipping through a magazine.
I sat in the backseat with Sunny. He was asleep, leaning against the window on his side. His headphones were on and I could hear the faintest sounds of punk music.
I kind of wished I'd bought my own headphones. The silence was uncomfortable. No one wanted to talk. To bring up me.
And my failure.
5th out of 15 wasn't too bad. If you're doing this all for fun. But everyone knows for professionals, the top 3 are all that matter.
I messed up and missed my chance to place. I knew I was screwed when I glanced out and caught my dad's eye. I caught that split second of disappoint before he smiled back.
It was such a dumb mistake too. A rookie mistake. I was better than this.
I leaned over on my own window and casually watched the road. Day