Never In A Million Years

Chapter Twenty-Three

~Allyson's POV~

I stood there, still staring blankly at Karay though here I was in Thateho's arms. Kgosi Thateho had broken me and here I was acting like nothing happened. I messed up. Karay was right, what is wrong with me? But hey, it's him. He's the one who didn't stop to listen and readily walked out of my life. 

Focus, Allyson.

Your race starts soon.

No, but think about it, it's his fault.

Focus. 

My internal war doesn't get any better. But luckily, not long after, I could feel Boithuto's smirk.

"Why do you have the smile upon your face?" Kgosi asks.

"She's having a difficult time, and thus, losing her focus, and thus she probably won't win this race. Like last time, she'll just mess up." she stated blankly.

Okay Boithuto. Cool story bro.

I wasn't even interested in the rest, my mind trailed off to my race. Then back to Karay.

Gosh, this is so hard, woah.

"NEXT 200m RUNNERS, COME FORWARD!"

We walk over and walk out to the field.

Boithuto Diphotsane (Botswana) - Lane 1

Elaine Thompson (Jamaica) - Lane 2

Holdie Mines (Jamaica) - Lane 3

Leah Parker (USA) -Lane 4

Allyson Mogotsi (Botswana) - Lane 5

Ithiano Ginbo (Ethopia) - Lane 6

Full lanes dominated by Batswana and Jamaicans. Round 1 was dominated was Jamaicans and Europeans.

The piercing sounds of the crowd screaming and shouting out their favourite runner seemed to be muted as soon as I heard the angelic voice of Karay screaming my name. Hesistantly, I looked over towards him and forced up a smile, unsure of what would happen next. He returned it, and sat back down into his chair, before the crowd did the same and quieted down. The official called out for the on your marks position and we obeyed. Next was obviously, 

"Set."

And lastly, the sound of the bullet being fired out, allowing us to begin running. Odd enough, this time, it shot out three times. But that's impossible. Unless.

Unless, someone committed a head start. But, who? Gosh, it can't be me. I just hope it's not me. I closed my eyes, to see the darkness I once again felt, surrounded by. I opened them, just in time to see the green flag raised in my direction and the two runners next to me. The Jamaican runners in lanes 2 and 3 got yellow flags, but the lane 1 runner got the red flag. That 'lane 1 runner' just happened to be a Motswana runner. Oh no.

That's Boithuto. She's the one at fault. 

"NO!" I heard Isaac and Karay screaming in unison before looking at each other in confusion.

"No." I said much quieter. 

Boithuto had building up tears. She worked hard to reach here. No, way. I was more than perplexed. I was stunned. I was startled. I was more than astounded. She had never made such mistakes before, why now? Was the pressure getting to her? Well, it's getting to me now so I wouldn't blame her. 

Great, now it's getting to me. 

After she was ushered out, we reset our lanes and got back into the on your marks position before calling out set. And within seconds he fired the releasing bullet that let us begin. No fault starts, no mistakes. We were off. 200m of sprinting and energy saving.