The Sapphire and ruby

Monday morning.

A/N: It took me surprisingly long to find this picture. Don't ask why. But, I did, so enjoy, vote, and comment.

Jayce's POV

A wide field.

Grass

Flowers

Rocks

And Janelle smiling.

That was all I saw.

"What is this?" I asked laughing.

She giggled, as if it was something she had planned I would not figure out immediately, and I didn't. Her plan worked. I was lost. She was excited to show me what ever she was showing me.

We walked through the short blades of grass till we got to a track.

A running track.

"Janelle?"

"I run. As a matter of fact, I prefer it to dancing."

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We now sat on a hill, over looking the field. I needed Janelle to explain this to me. Why she ran, and why she brought me here.

"Explain yourself." I stated, looking down at the tracks that went all around the field, and behind trees where I couldn't see. She played with a little daisy in her hand, picking out the petals one by one. Slowly.

"Well,..." She took a deep breath. "When I first started dancing, I made a lot of mistakes. A LOT. Some were actual mistakes, and some, were things I faked to get my self out of dancing, or anything I didn't want to do. Dad noticed. Heck, he notices every thing. He decided to begin punishing me. When ever I cussed at my teacher, or over slept, or got detention, or tore my shoes, he... he would bring me here to run." She was silent. A long silence. She then took another breath and continued. "I hated it. I was beginning to adjust to dancing, but running was not my strong point. It was like fire was being set to my lungs and daggers being plunged into my legs. That burn. Was what I hated the most. Then there were these four months that I was VERY stubborn and I ran. I ran like the whole world would burn if I didn't. But I was still stubborn. Getting detention, sneaking out with my friends at night, vandalizing my ballet dress, failing math, rolling my eyes at dad and mum, and even putting bubble gum on my mortal enemies seat. And I knew dad would find out one way or the other, but there is always this urge to be a rebel. You know? Within those four months, like I said, I ran. A lot. Suprisingly, I got used to it. I did not even I got faster and stronger, and I didn't start panting as immediately as I used to before. But dad did. He notices every thing. Then the man bought this field, got me a trainer, got me proper equipments, and I began to run, in the form of doing it for a real purpose, just as I dance for a real purpose. Call me Psychopathic, but I started to love running. It became my safe haven. When ever my dance teacher is mad and vents out her anger on us or when I mom doesn't have time to speak to me, or when dad was being a total dick, or when I was just so frustrated I could not see you....I run. Even yesterday, when he told me I get to see you again, I ran. Every one knows I dance. Every one knows my dad is rich and strict and protective. Every one knows I'm topping my class. Every one knows my big brother is amazing. But no one knows I have frustrations, and I need to rent them out and my only way is...running. Now you know. You know the secret part of me, Jayce."

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Monday morning 5:20 AM

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring.

Groan.

I hate alarm clocks.

With every fiber in me.

But to keep away from missing school, missing food, and my fathers rage, I need them. So I don't think saying they are my means of survival would be an understatement.