Chapter 1
Bang. The gun shoots. I'm running, running as fast as I can. After a few minutes, I reach the finish line. I won the 800 race... Again. Not that it was a surprise since I'm the fastest in my league. I walk over to my mom who was waiting for me with a water bottle and open arms. I squeeze her tight as she congratulates me.
"Great job Isabelle!"
"Thanks mom." At my first track meet, I was so happy to be praised but after winning every time for months and years, it becomes routine and unexciting. Going out for ice cream had also became a tradition after a good competition but even this became boring, although I didn't want to tell my mom this. As we were walking off the field and into the parking lot, my mom asks:
"What flavor of ice cream will you get this time Izzy?" It was now or never. Either I tell her now or be stuck getting ice cream after track for eternity.
"Actually I was thinking we could just go straight home today mom."
"Are you feeling ok? Do you need some more water?"
"No mom I'm fine, but-" I never got to finish my sentence. I had seen my mom look over, though not seeing what she had. The next thing I knew, I was pushed onto the ground. I heard a huge crunch then a horrifying shriek came from a few feet away. I looked behind me to see my mom lying on the ground. A big truck was now parked in front of her and a man was coming out and running over to her. He took one look at my mom and I and snapped out his phone.
"Hello 911? I'm at the track field by..." Then, I fell into darkness as the pain from my leg took over.
Hey guys! I hope you liked the first chapter. I'll probably be posting a few chapters at a time. Talk to you soon! ~Katie
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Boys, Running, and Ice Cream
RandomTrack was her everything. She loved the feel of wind in her face as she runs the track. What happens when something unexpected occurs and Isabelle is told she may never be able to run again?
