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#5

Zara
Everything from last night is a blur. I remember drinking lots of vodka and tequila which proved to be a bad mixture. I threw up twice, that I remember because it has never happened. I also remember insulting someone. Maybe I was just swearing at the girls. Never mind, I'm not really interested in talking about that right now.
My head hurts like hell. It's a bad hangover. I think I will collect the details from Alisha about last night since she was the only sober one around.
"Thank goodness you're up," Alisha said as she barged in with Kanish. "We've got a race to run."
"No! I can't run, my head hurts," I groan as I scratch my head. She hands me a pill of God-knows-what.
"Take that. You'll feel better," she said. I shrugged and gulped it down my throat.
"What happened last night?" I asked her.
"Trust me, you'll like to hear everything when we are sitting comfortably while sipping our coffees," she said with a grin.
"What did I do," my eyes widen.
"Love, what matters is that I'm proud of you for what you did. So it's nothing to be worried about," she said and left. Kanish awkwardly took my bag and went to the door.
"Do you know what happened yesterday," I asked him before he closed the door shut behind him. He nervously glanced at me.
"Not really. Well, get ready fast. You've got only half an hour left to reach the starting point."
I looked at the watch and panicked. Great! I took my running bibs and my shoes. I wore a pair of shorts and a tee. pic got fresh in the washroom, there's no time for bath. If I don't reach on the starting point in time then it means that I'm disqualified.
I brush my tees and look at myself in the mirror. The dark circles signify the lack of sleep I've had. I wear my shoes and rush outside the door and spot the girls in the breakfast lounge. No one else can be seen in the room which means that they we are the only ones who are late.
Alisha hands all of us a bottle of electrolyte. Just what I needed. Pumped up with energy I just wanna run but first there has to be a motivational speech.
"Okay, guys, this is a once in a lifetime thing," Vicky says while we give her a look. "For us. Once in a lifetime thing for us. We are never running a marathon again in our lives knowing how lazy all of our asses are. So I'm not gonna tell you to win this because sure as hell we won't. L-O-L. But I'm gonna tell you to run. Run like you've never ran before. Run like its a do or die situation. Run as if an army of cyclops is behind you. Run like the freaking Maze Runner. Just RUN. Because this marathon is worth running for. After all it takes away a huge task from our bucket list. Yeah?"
We all nodded at her stupid speech and sat in a golf cart which took us there sooner. The volunteers were scattered in all places talking to contestants. Just 5minutes remaining for the race to start.
"You ready," Kanish asks me.
"I guess. I'm nervous. I'm gonna be the last to cross that line," I told him. I have no idea why I'm opening up to him out of all people.
"Well, no worries as long as you will be crossing that line," he winks. "Don't give up okay? You'll do great."
I took my iPod from him and my earphones. I tucked the napkin in my shorts and the phone in my pockets. He helped me stick my bib to the shirt because the rules say that without it we are not eligible to run in the marathon.
"Be slow and steady in the beginning. Don't rush. Don't miss any refreshments on the way and take the bottle of electrolyte over water anytime," he gave me last minute tips. "I'll be waiting for you at the finish line."
I smiled. "Thank you... For everything," I told him.
"Like what?"
"Like for being a good friend," I said. When I met him at the haunted house I never thought I'd say this to him but here I am. He is a sweet guy really.
He smiled. "Well, then take your thank you back. I don't need a thank you to be your friend."
The volunteers started to take over now. "Okay, all the gear carriers to take a step back and the runners to take position at the starting line," he said.
All of us made our way to the start. We just jumped or stretched while catching each other's glimpses with a small smile. Well, we are all excited for this. When the flare gun shot is fired we all start to jog.

As expected none of us came in the top 10. In fact Vicky was the last to cross and me third last. But I enjoyed the race throughout. We pushed each other, passed comments on each runner and what not. It was fun. And fun is what we wanted to do while we were together.