lost n gone. (Criminals Minds)

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"Ammy!" I hear my nickname called out to me as I was rushing to get to track practice. I spin around and see my best friend, Kailee rushing up to meet me, sporting some athletic shorts and a tank as I was.

"Sorry for not waiting, I thought you might have already left to the track!" I gushed out as she smiled, breathing heavily. She wasn't really the sporty one, yet she tried her best to put everything she had into Track.

"Its fine. Lets go, you know how Mrs. Harp is about being late though."

Silence developed us as we rushed to the track field without another conversation. We made it with 2 minutes before track officially started and I rushed to put on my running shoes.

Soon everyone was lined up to the starting line as our coach appeared and took role. Soon we were separated into our groups and I had to run the first group.
I was apart of the 800 meter run , the 200 dash, 200 run, and 400 run. I also did hurdles and long jump, but I had to do that later.

800 was up, and we had 2 teams for it, 4 each. I was Anchor so I had time to prepare myself. Soon my team came around, and my group was a little bit behind the other, so I needed to try to go as fast as I could. The girl came around and I faced forward, hand waiting for the cool metal to touch my palm.

"Go!" as soon as the beam was in my hand to took off.

I speed for the first 100, then got into a steady pace. You dont want to wear yourself out in the first 400. Keep it teary, slow, wand control your breathing. After the 400 passed, I speed up, passing the second team and keeping a fast pace. I could feel myself tiring but didnt let up. At the last 100, I hauled butt and got a huge gap difference between us and crossed first.

People cheered for me and I smiled, grabbing my water and smiling at people saying good job. Our next two teams went to compete against eachother and I headed to hurdles. What a long practice this will be...

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I bid goodbye to my team as practice was over, feeling deathly tired. I walked to the parking lot and searched for my dads car. My heart sped up as I saw a black van across the lot, and a shadow inside was seemingly staring at me. I jumped as a honk went off, and saw my dad had pulled up. I looked back to the van, and it was gone.

Shaking my head, I got into my dads car, grinning at him.

"How was practice?" he said. He was a good father to me. He always supported things I wanted to do and let me go out with friends if I wanted. I suppose it was because my mom never really let me go anywhere. But I lived with him only, and my brother who was in college. He always came back sometimes to stay if he was homesick, missed us, or was annoyed with his dorm mate.

"Fine, Jason home?"

"No, he left at 2, said he needed to get to work and he would have to go back to his dorm since its Monday tommorow."

I cringed at the thought of school. I wasn't 'popular', but I wasn't a loner. Some people just really annoyed me there to. I was a freshman in highschool and didnt have much friends, but it didnt matter. I liked being alone. There wasn't drama like if you befriended popular kids.

We arrived home shortly and I ran up to my room, picking out some shorts and a lose top to lounge in before getting into the shower. After all that, I ran to my room after getting dressed and plopped onto my bed, grabbing my laptop and looking up some of the polices latest cases they worked on. I was obsessed with the FBI, I always wanted to be an authoritative figure and help find people and catch bad guys. I put on some music and just read some news articles that were big. One thing I can do is read 6,000 words per minute, it's pretty cool, I only know of one other guy who can read a lot more though and he's in the BAU. I found reading alot better than socializing, I could make a fantasy world and live in it, no judgment, no stress,

Just me and my mind.

Soon, the sun was gone and the clock read 11:17. I sighed, closing out of Wattpad and plugged my charger into my laptop. I placed it on my bedside table and turned off my lamp, closing my eyes and drifting off.

I couldn't help but feel like something was gonna happen...

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