Ari
Of course the wind was blowing and there was rain coming, but that was fall for Port Clinton. Ari was walking to the track for track practice. She was a little nervous because, parents and everybody was invited. Ari was one of the top runners the track team had. She hoped this practice wouldn't take long at all. Ari wanted to finish practice, get through her shift, and then go home. But Ari knew this wouldn't happen, the track coaches liked to over work the runners, especially distance runners. Ari walked into the girls locker room and set her stuff down. She was the first and only one there, for now. Ari knew she was early. She was let out of school early because of her work. Ari quickly changed into her track uniform and walked out of the locker room. Ari jogged around the track 3 times, did her stretches twice, then ran around the track again. Track kids slowly began to arrive. Each one dawdling and dreading today. Ari went up to her coaches and waited for them to be done talking.
"Coach? What are we doing today?" She asked
"Well... Throwers will go first, then hurtlers, then sprinters, and finally discus. Ariel did you run your laps, do your stretches, and then another lap?" The Coach seemed a little irritated
"Yes Coach. I even did my stretches twice." Ari said proudly
"Good job. Now go help everyone else." The Coach turned around and started talking again
Ari walked over to her friends and helped them with everything. Throwers needed a lot of help. They were very nervous about going first. Ari helped them practice a little more. After 10 minutes, they were perfect, well almost. The rest of the time, Ari had to move equipment, rearrange equipment, and other stuff. Finally it was time for Distance runners. Ari looked in the sky as everyone lined up for Distance. The sun was slowly setting. She needed to go work right after this. Ari sighed and lined up for Distance, reassuring herself that she would do this the quickest and easiest.
BANG!
Ari shot off the start line, like a bullet. She was in the lead and she wasn't going to give it up. After the second 200 mark Ari went into a pace. Everyone else was way behind her. Ari listened to everyone, she could hear parents shouting at their kids. Telling them to go faster, to pick up the pace. Ari listened, but knew no one would congradulate her, or yell at her. Ari's parents ignored this stuff and liked to focus on her brother. Ari didn't mind it because, her brother was nice to her and he didn't always ignore her. Ari listened closer and heard running feet behind her. Someone was catching up to her. Ari looked ahead and saw she only had to go a little further. She gathered up her energy and shot off like a bullet again. Leaving whoever it was in the dust. Tears streamed down Ari's face as the pain in her side spread throughout her entire body. She was pushing herself past the limits. Ari ignored the pain until, she passed the finish line and was told to stop running. She was done. Ari had shattered the school record and beaten everyone. The coached nodded towards Ari and told her to go get a drink of water. Ari walked into the girl's locker room as sadness and anger slowly filled her. Ari looked into the locker room mirror and shook her head in disappointment.
"Why? I broke the record, I pushed my limits, I did everything I could. But they still don't care. Why?" Ari saw movement in the corner and her eyes darted to it. She blinked, unsure of whether or not this was a hallucination. Ari could see Jeff The Killer. "Jeff?"
When Ari turned around he wasn't there. She was alone again. Ari lifted up her shirt and felt her back. She could feel the once bleeding wounds she had made, trying to escape this world. Ari dropped to the ground as images began to flood her mind. She saw Kat, Alexis Cook, Gasoline, fire, a bomb, and the final one of Kat stitching a smile in her mouth. Ari lied on the floor, wishing she could be there, knowing that if she had just been there more for her this wouldn't happen.The anger inside her had begun to boil again. Her blood turned warm and her heart cold. Ari was slowly losing her sanity. She grabbed the pocket knife out of her track bag and lifted the rest of her shirt up. All the scars over many years had accumulated to over a hundred. Ari flipped the knife open and slid it across her back. She could feel the blood slowly drip down her back. Footsteps could be heard echoing in the hall. Ari shoved the knife back in her bag and slid her shirt down. Her hair was long enough, when it was down, to cover the wet spot.
