Hi, all! Welcome to the second chapter of the Blood Wall Trilogy. If you are wondering what on earth a blood wall is, please click here to read the first chapter here. Caught up? Good. Then please, sit back and enjoy part two: Tales of the Traveling Blood Wall.
There is something important I forgot to mention about the blood wall. There is not a blood wall. There are blood walls. Yes, plural. You see, the tradition began at my first gym, started by the optional team for reasons unknown. All of my compulsory years were spent at that gym, adding to the wall.
Chapter 1: Exactly What It Says On the Tin
At my old gym, we had something called a blood wall. And before you ask, no, that is not a metaphor, nor is it an Academy Award-winning slasher movie.
It was, disgustingly enough, exactly what it sounded like. You see, some people have scrapbooks with commemorative photos. Students have yearbooks, so they will always remember and be remembered by their classmates. The girls gymnastics team? We had a flipping blood wall.