Adventures of Four

Track Meet, Skinned knees, and a Pocket Knife?....

This is one of Mon Petit Ami's FAVORITE stories. Enjoy! :)
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It was one my first track meet ever. I was all pumped up and ready to go! I had been training hard for many practices now and had high expectations of winning. I had just arrived and see Four standing over by our school's table thing area. Now, I'm not a huge fan of the track/cross country uniforms because well. If you've ever ran track or cross country, you know what I'm talking about. The uniform consists of REALLY short shorts that have like really loose fabric undies with tight elastic around the edges and horrible fitting low cut tank tops. That no matter WHAT you do, always show your sports bra. A nightmare. And the boys wear the same thing we do...... So you can just imagine how awkward that is. I gave up on mine and just went with Dutch pigtails because well, pigtails. It came time for me to line up to run the 100 meter dash. It would be my first "official" race ever. I clearly remember my coach telling me to  stay inside the lines. Or else I would be disqualified. So, I got in my lane, and make the mistake of looking over my shoulder at the crowd gathering on the sidelines. And long behold, I see him standing there watching me. I quickly turn my head forward again and blush. I get such intense butterflies that it's not even funny. I tell myself to focus and remember what coach said. Then I hear it, the person in charge says "runners, on your mark!" Breathe, everything's going to be ok. "Runners set" oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. "GO!" And we take off. I'm somewhere towards the front when I make the mistake(yet again) to look down to make sure that I'm staying in the lane. Word of advice: NEVER LOOK DOWN WHEN RUNNIG AT FULL SPEED! I see that I'm slightly drifting out of my lane, so I try angling my body back towards my lane. I feel myself start to drift when-... To late. My feet get caught up in each other and I trip. I did a superman (in the air) for about 3 feet then skidded on the ground for about a foot. Oh, and my glasses went flying. I could hear all the gasps around me, but then I remember that Four's watching. So, about as quickly as I could, I picked up my glasses, I didn't even bother putting them back on my face, and ran my heart out for the rest of the race. Even though just about everyone had finished already. When I got to the finish line, I heard cheering all around me. It was like I had won the Olympics or something. Tons of random parents surrounded me asking if I was ok. Everything was a blur, the pain hadn't set in yet. I told them I was fine and started heading back to my teams bench/table/thing. On my way over, I become surrounded by my friends. By now, the pains starting to slightly set in. I get a good look at my elbow, which got the brunt of it, and my skinned knee. It was one of the worst brush burns (if you could call it that) I had ever had. It took off my two outer layers of skin. (I would insert the photo I have of my knee, but it's kinda disgusting). Anywho, I look up to find none other than Four standing right there with his water bottle. He tells me (not ask me) to use it to clean off my wound. I thank him and with a nod of his head, he heads back to the teams table thingy. When I get back over to our teams spot, I see Four kneeling beside his back pack(we came straight from school) holding his shirt and a pocket knife?... It didn't click until he said "Do you need a bandage?"  He was going to cut his shirt to let me use as a band aid. I thought of how pissed his mother would be if he did, so I declined. He asked me again and I told him no, again, but thank you anyway. My brush burn wasn't bad enough to need one. The rest of the track meet goes on. Four and Cucumber place in the top spots for their races. All was well. Or so I thought.

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Until later my lovely readers,
-Author~Chan and The Narrator