Adrenaline pumped through my veins as the roar of the jet echoed of the hillsides, reminding why I was here. They never use to come out this far, we were lucky if we saw a RAAF plane once a term, and usually it was practice for special events. Now they fly up here on a weekly basis. Their flights were still a spectacle but I wouldn't pause for it today. My breathe calmed as I closed my eyes. The engines provided the perfect soundtrack for the fear I build up inside me. I glanced at my watch, three minutes 'till the bell. I launched.
After years of practice my feet moved swiftly and silently across the ground. I was fast, but a handful of kids could still beat me at sprints. Of course my sprint could carry me for just under a kilometre. Between the adrenaline rush and the speed I was feeling on top of the world. Behind me I could hear the footfalls of someone, my imagination sparked, going into overdrive, making the feet closer, beaver. Even though they could just belong to some kid mucking around.
I rounded the corner and picked up speed. The trees grew here and I was weaving in and out. This is what I was built for. My breathing was ragged but I kept sprinting. It was like the good days. Just me, Ash and a game of chasey. I moved quickly, the bark on the ground scrunching beneath my feet. I was being chased. Fear was an ally, keeping me alive. I moved through the foliage, breaking into the open. My mind pushed my feet faster, I felt like a blur. The soft grass slowed me down. Dew still hung to its blades. I rounded the goal post, my bag was in sight. My lungs screamed for more oxygen, my heart pumping blood furiously . I pushed, the bell was going to go any second... then I stopped. A year five ran in front of me with his football. I was brought back to earth. The adrenaline gone.
The younger kids knew something was up, everyone knew. The whole world was uneasy. But we tried to forget. We tried to live. The bell rung out as I headed towards my classroom
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Author note: its done. I know it isn't much but it will do. I have never written something for a stranger to evaluate before, except tests at school. It was inspired but my new copy of 'The Kill Zone' so Post-Dashner Syndrome.
RAAF stands for Royal Australian Air force.
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The Random Shelf: Plots, Characters & Crazy
AléatoireThe Random Shelf is a random collection of ideas used to inspire myself and other. Basically welcome to my head!
