Our Story

It All Starts Somewhere

My name is Lydia Snyder. I go to a small-town school, and spend most of my time playing sports. I am always busy, as I am in every sport a Jr. High student can be except for cheerleading and football. I have some of the best friends anyone could have. Their names are McKenna and Addison Wolfe (twins), Reese Miller, Kate Beckley, and Melissa Hurley. This is our story.

"Again!" Coach White yelled as we started yet another sprint. It was the second week of track season, which meant a solid hour of running every day after school. Since it was only 39 degrees outside, we were practicing in the gym, so as soon as I hit the baseline on my last sprint, I turned to see Coach calling us into a huddle in the center of the court.

"It hurts now, but when we get to our first meet, it will all be worth it. Let's get a break. 1-2-3 RAMS!" his voice boomed, the last part in unison with everyone here.

Melissa was a few steps ahead of me, so I had to jog to catch up with her.

"How'd ya do?" I asked her, but I knew she had done well.

"I beat you!" She said excitedly between pants.

"For the first and last time," I said with a grin, and then walked off into the locker room that was in the far left corner of the gym.

I plopped down on the ugly floral print couch that was nestled between two sets of lockers, and sighed. I started getting ready for school, because today was a dreadful morning practice.

"I don't think I'll be able to stay awake in class today," I said to everyone in the room.

"At least you get to do something. It sucks just coming to practice and sitting around. Sometimes I even get to time you guys!" McKenna said, her voice wild with sarcasm. I couldn't help but laugh.

McKenna was suffering from a torn ACL that she had acquired doing her favorite event, the triple jump. Now, she could barely do anything more than walk.

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Later that day, I was sitting in Study Hall trying to remember what we learned that day in Algebra. The day so far had been a sleepy blur, waiting for last hour to come. We'd had basketball practice the night before, an event that every participant despised of, so it was the hot topic of the day. Reese leaned over to me and whispered,

"I'm really glad this is our last week of basketball. I don't think I could take one more minute of Dan, let alone another week."

Daniel Salt (I know, funny name, right?) was the coach of our traveling basketball team, The Magicians. Lately, he has been getting on everyone's nerves. I think everyone on the team, I think, is more excited about no more Dan than no more basketball.

"I'm sure I wouldn't be able to take it," I said, and then turned back to my Algebra.