When Dreams Fly

chapter 1: flying...

I inhaled and stepped up behind the faded line of chalky white. I crouched down on my hands and knees studying the number I was ontop of, 5. I was on my high school track, lining up for the start of the first track meet of the season. The 400.

My palms were clammy and sweat already beaded my forehead. I stood back up and jumped a couple times, stretching my legs and trying to clear my head of anything but running, which was easy.

I would always get nervous before I ran. Feel sick to my stomach, my body get shivers like you get when your sick.

A couple feet in front of me a girl looked back and had an evil grin shaking her head. The race wasn't to start for another 5 minutes. What the hell..

"Got a problem?" I asked calmly.

"Yeah, I don't think they should let amateurs run against 'good' people," she snarled.

"Mmmhmm good luck to you too," I didn't need this right now...

She went back to shaking her head and sat down waiting for the gunman to call the race. Ignoring her, I stretched out as much as possible, getting loose.

Then the gunman showed up and the girl jumped up and started jumping around like a squirrel. Yeah, I was the amature...

I pushed all the thoughts aside I looked at the track in front of me.

"AT YOUR MARK!" The gunman shouted.

I jumped up to my line. This is my race, I own this, everyone else is just ready for second. I glanced behind me and a girl stared off in a daze. I looked forward. The other girl was just laughing. There were 8 of us total, only one could win.

"GET SET!" He announced.

Only seconds before that gun went off. Minute until the winner was revealed.

BANG!!

The gun burst making me flinch, but only for a tenth of a second. I shot forward, pumping my arms and legs making sure my arms didn't cross over my body but in a straight line. I rounding the first turn gaining ground on the people in front then came to the backstretch and started to glide, almost a relaxed canter. I was taller than all the other girls running so my stride was naturally longer. My mind was clear and I could feel the adrenaline begin to pump through my veins.

I was coming up on the third turn now, I was gonna have to pick it up a little. The rude girl was right next to me now sucking in air. Then it hit me. Her and I were locked in the deadly duel. The others had to be 10-15 feet back.

I rounded the turn gradually picking up the pace every other step or so. She was losing ground. Fading. I was gaining.

I was into the straightaway. To victory. This was it, my body was saying,"NOW, KICK IT IN!" So I tensed my legs at shot my arms out with a burst of speed.

The finish line was feet away from me. I glanced to the left , then the right. Nobody. The crowd was screaming. Heard my name.

"MIIAAA!! GOO!"

Here it was. I pushed all I had and crossed the finish. I kept pushing though going an extra 50 meters. It would pay off in the long run.

I looked back and saw my name in first. I honestly didn't care what place I got just as long as I got good time.

I waited, never taking my eyes off the board until my time popped up.

Time passed until finally....

Mia Hazel : 52.2

I was flying.