Monday, 13th June 2016

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Monday, 13th June 2016

Dear Diary

The cross country carnival was on at my school today. Normally, I don't go in these things because sport has never been something which I am particularly good at. However, I saw that he was going in it this year. I immediately tried to weigh up my options. If I went in, I would be able to watch him run for several kilometres. But, due to my gender I had to run several kilometres less than him. Also, if I went in the race, there would also be a chance that he sees me, or worse yet, recognizes me from the weekend.

I decided to take a chance go in the competition. There were eleven other girls running in my age group.

Everybody took their starting positions, I saw him in front of me to my left. When the whistle blew I ran, trying to keep up with him. It turns out that he was actually very fast, and I soon found it difficult to keep up with him, finding myself outrunning almost everybody else there. The race seem to drag on so fast, yet go for so long. I was soon exhausted, sweat dripping down my body, but run I continued to do, desperately trying to keep up with him.

Finally, after my four laps were done, four laps of exhaustion, and four laps of following him wistfully, I was finally down. I turned off into the finishing line as he did his final additional laps. I fell to the ground, so tired.

Apparently, this keeping in pace with him meant I was the fastest person, being several minutes ahead of all of the other girls. I did not know whether to be pleased or upset. I was able to spend more time with him now at the zone carnival, but I also had to spend more time with him as the zone carnival. So annoying.

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