One time while me and Mike were talking after gym class, I was saying how much I used to love track.
"Track was my life. I loved the way the wind felt on my face as I ran."
"Maybe I'll have to try it sometime."
"That would be so cool!" So that day after school, my grandmom drove me and Mike to track practice. Even though I still couldn't run, I wanted to watch Mike try it out.
When coach blew the whistle, the run boys, including Mike, began running as fast as they could. Slowly, Mike began passing the three other boys and eventually reached the finish line, winning the practice race. I saw coach go up to Mike and shake his hand.
Later, Mike explained to me that the coach had offered him a spot on the team. Mike accepted and was now part of the running team.
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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?
