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  “Faster!”, he screamed, “Faster! Come on Danny!” There were at least three dozen girls in front of me and we were only a mile in. Already my body was closing down, I could feel my energy getting weaker with every step I took.

Rough.

  “Faster!”, he screamed, “Faster! Come on Danny!”

There were at least three dozen girls in front of me and we were only a mile in. Already my body was closing down, I could feel my energy getting weaker with every step I took.

Even when I put a good two hundred meters between us I could still hear my mother screaming and cheering for me.

I let a smile creep in as I thought that, knowing that my mom would always be my number one fan made me feel a little better despite the fact that I was running.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved running, I just wasn’t crazy about the competition part. My dad always told me that I was the only girl he knew that liked practice more than the actual meets.

Fuck, a tree root. I thought, as I tripped and stumbled down the hill, arms flailing.

Don’t get all excited though, I know I always got excited when a main character got hurt in a book. This was a normal everyday thing for me.

Yep, I am probably one of the only girls who can trip while swimming in a concrete pool. But hey it wasn’t my fault the turtle came out of nowhere.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling Ding-a-ling-a-ling! I heard as I rounded the corner to the finish line. As soon as I turned the corner I could hear my coach on the sideline, ready to cheer.

I already knew he wouldn’t cheer for me. That didn’t bother me though, I didn’t need or want his approval.

I heard heavy breathing approaching my left side, and sure enough a girl came flying by me. At this point I was so tired I just let her win.

I noticed her hair was still in a perfect braid though, which never happened for me.

I’ve always wanted to be one of those girls who could run three point one miles and still look sexy as hell, but unfortunately I was lucky if I looked like that on a good day.

Nope, my glasses were crooked and dirty, my hair was doing its own unique style,

both of my shoelaces were untied and to top it all off my running form looked kind of like a mix between a horse and a snake.

I could barely run in a straight line from exhaustion but I somehow crossed the finish line.

My vision was blurry as I looked for the water table, my legs were shaking and I was sweating like a pig but I felt great. I had just run 3.1 miles and didn't come in dead last.

I grabbed my water and started to look for my mom in the crowd of sweaty kids with B.O and hairy legs when I saw an idiot walking towards me.

Well, shit. Here comes my coach. Wait, no, that’s not right. He’s more of an enemy. My mom and him dated dated a few months ago, right before summer conditioning actually.

Anyway, things were going good until one day I came home, and he wasn’t there. He was always there, he practically lived at our house.

I didn’t ask about him and she never explained, so I just let it go. It’s not like I liked him anyway, he was a major asshole.

He smacked my mom around like she was a toy, used her for the house and, oh, yeah, stole her money. All of it.

Needless to say I hated him then and still do to this day.

“Hey kid, why do you suck so much?” I clenched my teeth. “I mean it must be in the genes or something, considering how your mother is.” He looked at me, waiting for me to make a move.

One that would get me kicked out of school, just like he wanted.

“Clay, I tried my best. Certainly not for you, but I tried. This sports a waste of time anyway, I mean these idiots run three miles for a damn trophy.”

He stood there in front of me with a frown on his face and just shook his head.

“You know Danny,” he said, “not all people run for the trophies and glory, some people find a purpose in it. It helps some people, and believe it or not, everything isn't about you kid.

I know you’re going through a bit of a rough patch right now with your parents, but, can you at least pretend. I don’t have time to deal with your crap right now.

We only have one more season, 10 more races and then your done. After that I really don’t care what you do with your life. Hell, go kill yourself if that’ll make you happy.

Just leave my team and I out of it.” He let out a small chuckle, as if we were talking about the weather and not suicide.

I stood there in front of him, calm and collected. I counted to three.

One.

He was such a coward, he didn’t even look at me when he said it.

He kept on talking but I was already done with him.

Two.

Ah, fuck you! Is what I wanted to say to him and his damn team. God, I fucking hated this sport.

Running is not something I do for fun, running is what I do when I need to escape, it's a way to cope with myself I guess. It's not something I do for trophies and medals.

I don’t care about glory.

I stood straight up and looked him in the eyes.

“-your damn mother’s fault, she doesn’t know anything.” Is all I heard.

Three.

I let out a sigh, I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t about to screw up the rest of the year for myself for a lazy ass who was a coward and a cheap piece of shit who deserves to rot in hell.

“You know Danny,” he said, “not all people run for the trophies and glory, some people find a purpose in it. It helps some people, and believe it or not, everything isn't about you kid.

I know you’re going through a bit of a rough patch right now with your parents, but, can you at least pretend. I don’t have time to deal with your crap right now.

We only have one more season, ten more races and then your done. After that I really don’t care what you do with your life. Hell, go kill yourself if that’ll make you happy.

Just leave my team and I out of it.” He let out a small chuckle, as if we were talking about the weather and not suicide.

I stood there in front of him, calm and collected. I counted to three.

One.

He was such a coward, he didn’t even look at me when he said it.

He kept on talking but I was already done with him.

Two.

Ah, fuck you! Is what I wanted to say to him and his damn team. God, I fucking hated this sport.

Running is not something I do for fun, running is what I do when I need to escape, it's a way to cope with myself I guess. It's not something I do for trophies and medals.

I don’t care about glory.

I stood straight up and looked him in the eyes.

“-your damn mother’s fault, she doesn’t know anything.” Is all I heard.

Three.

I let out a sigh, I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t about to screw up the rest of the year for myself for a lazy ass who was a coward and a cheap piece of shit who deserves to rot in hell.

Looking pleased with himself, he walked away in the direction of our tent. The one where our team was, my own personal living hell.

I liked my teammates but I didn’t know how to talk to them, or let alone have a conversation with them.

Yeah, they would say hi to me and we’d small talk a little bit but as soon as I thought I would have to have an actual conversation I would get nervous and clam up.

I would have loved to go to the mall with Julie or play paintball with the guys, but I was too afraid of the unknown.

Although I would typically say yes to their face I would always make an excuse when I got home. I did it enough times though and they eventually stopped asking.

You live enough like that and eventually you not only hate yourself but others as well.

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