I jump up at the sound of the last bell. Everyone jumps out of their seats just as the teacher finishes saying her last word.
I aimlessly walk down the halls. Nothing better to do.
I go home: Spend time alone.
I stay here: Spend time all alone.
Go home and become haunted by past memories in absense of keeping myself busy.
No, I think I'll stay here.
I turn the corner, walking out onto the field. The track looks amazing. Blue. I check left and right to see if anyone was watching.
Cautiously, I step onto the track, a bounce in my step.
One run wouldn't hurt. One run wouldn't cause a panic attack. I'm getting better at it. Right?
I drop my bag, and head over to the start. I set my timer on.
On your mark, get set, GO! I hear the blow horn in the ear of my mind and picture the flag going up.
And then, just as I start to run, I feel an anticipation, a need building up in my chest. And I stop, I collapse. I fall.
Tears line my eyes and I start panicing. I wasn't ready for a race. Who did I think I was, being a smart ass to think I could run an imaginary race. I stifle my sobbing.
And I watch the clouds slowly move over the sun.
Sorry, not my best Chapter.... :( If anyone acually reads this story, would you mind leaving a comment below. Just like a :)
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