Ok this is a trial chapter got it? It may or may not be in the final story I just like to get it out so I can use the next part to jot down ideas for the story. Yay explained. But if you do like it I would love to know so I can grow off this as a writer.
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In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
I press my aching lungs further than they have ever gone. They burn with exhaustion and adrenaline at the same time, fuelling my sprint. I have to make it, I have to stretch further than I had done before and win my place in this race.
Shaking my head left then right as if it could rid my head of distracting thoughts, I lowered it a fraction and pumped my arms faster. Everything led up to this day and I was not going to let it slip right through my fingers. My eyes narrow and the line marking the finish came into my view. It is bright, freshly painted but with a few scattered pieces of red rocks from previous races.
The last bend finishes behind me and I push my legs harder and harder. The line was mere meters ahead of my feet, ten meters.
Five.
Three.
Two.
One. My foot landed on the line and I slowed my body to a smooth stop. I can heard the crowd that was watching the race cheering my name and I realize how truly lucky I am.
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I look left at my upper arm and tap the little screen on it. My phone stops playing the beats of Panic! At the Disco and let out a deep breath, trying to catch the air I lost. Sweat pastes thin strands of hair to my forehead and my neck was slick, almost happy to feel a chill wind blowing down upon it. My feet ached within my shoes and I stepped up my stairs, pulling out my earbuds. My shoes were unlaced and I slipped them off with ease. They never seem to stay done up while I run, and someday I know I will trip over them, until then they will stay so. My small home, housing my mother, father, sister and I is cosy with a small brick fireplace in the corner. It is next to the deep red chesterfield and reclining chair clad with decorative pillows. My mother specializes in home decor so it was always Cleaned to perfection. Guests came into the house escorted by her and the room was used as a live example of what she does. Lounging in here is something we can not do often as she very rarely remembers to tell us when she has clients over.
I rested a hand on the banister of my stairs and walked up towards the hallway separated in to two parts. One led to my sister's room, and the other went to my parents' chambers, as they like to call it. Saying it makes them feel like royalty in a household they actually hold little power in. Rebellious teenagers, right?
But you see my room was hidden to most people. I pulled a string that hung from the roof and out came a wooden ladder, folded up. I grasped it in my hands and pulled it downwards towards my feet. Climbing it is slowly getting more and more difficult as they ladder is particularly rickety. Little splinters like to jab their way into my aching feet, and I then have to pick up the little slivers of wood wedged in the balls of my feet. I got to the last rung and look up in to my room.
Next to the double pained windows, designed with fake frost and weekly painting designs, was a small bed just able to squeeze between a bookshelf and the other wall. It is layered with a fuzzy brown and purple blanket and pearly white pillows. Drawers lay beneath the mattress holding both clothing and art supplies. Unlike my mother, I am not the most organized person. There is a rug designed in ornamental patterns in front of the bed, a small closet over in the corner that was hastily built by my father, and shelves lining the slanted walls. Each one held their own thing, from trophies to medals, to paintings and drawings. I smiled to myself at my progression over the years. I started as a pudgy middle schooler always picked last in gym class. Now I'm a senior in high school, stronger than any of my classmates. I hated getting picked on every day of my life so now I am part of a community group that speaks against bullying and other problems in the community, like drinking and driving for example. Being the strongest runner has also gotten me a spot on the track team as the top sprinter, hurdler, and jumping champ. I compete in high jump, log jump, triple jump, 200 meter sprint, 100 meter sprint and 4x4 400 meter run. I peeled off my sweaty clothing and grabbed some sweatpants and a white cropped t-shirt. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the tub. I hold my hand under it until it turned a comfortable temperature and then shifted the tap to the shower above.
