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today. today's the day.
i have to run two miles for an athletic competition.
it's kind of like the olympics but for over hormonal high schoolers.
basically me.
I want anything but to do this, but it's what i need.
to win.
or at least that's what my dad always yells at me when i forget practise twice a day or don't reach the expected goal number of hoops made.
currently, we're all in the locker room. all the other boys slip into their $20 Nike socks.
everything they're wearing is so expensive for nothing.
they're all gonna lose anyway, I've been preparing for this for years.
i don't need some lucky charm or rabbits foot to win this.
I'm fast.
I.
go.
fast.
or at least that's what everyone else says, and from what I can see I'm usually always in front of everyone anyway.
I'm at the top.
I'm decently popular at this school. almost everyone knows my name, if they don't by now, they'll definitely know it after this competition.
the only problem I have with running today is that I'm exhausted.
dad has completely been on my ass lately about how "if you don't win I'm gonna jump off a bridge but not before giving you to an orphanage"
so basically I've been working on my skills nonstop.
trust me I am so prepared for this
almost too prepared
