The Minimum
She always strove for the minimum. The minimum amount of points on a test, the minimum height for a long jump, etc. It made everything easier. But it also came with great risk.
"Cass, you gotta do better than this," her mother said all throughout high school. "If you don't, you might not even be able to graduate!" But Cassandra wouldn't be able to graduate. She'd never get the chance.
Cass's streak of always barely passing P.E. was going to bring her down now. But she continued to run. She ran and she ran and she didn't stop until she knew she was out of his sight. But as she stopped to breath, she counted.
1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ...
Now would be the only time that searching for the minimum would give her a fighting chance.
5 ... 6 ... go.
She didn't run. She walked as fast as she could to count it as walking. She didn't want to waste energy, as her legs grew heavy. But she knew he was getting closer. So here, taking the minimum would be her gravest mistake.
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They wouldn't find her tonight
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Promptober (2020)
Horrorhey guys look I'm back have some short stories friend @phlat_booty is doing it too
