It's Thursday. You're in science, taking down notes about the exoplanet HD 20958 B, an exoplanet with wind speeds of up to 7,000km/h The thought of speed makes you nervous. Your track meet is today. The bell rings, and it is now 4th period, your last for the day. You change into your track uniform, and leave to get on the bus. The bus is crowded with 14 to 18 year olds, and you, as a Senior, get to sit in the back. Music begins blaring from a fellow senior's speakers, and you begin having an awful feeling of dread. Your event, the 2400M , is first. You arrive at the school where you are competing. You have no more than 10 minutes to warm up. You look into the audience, to see your crush looking at the field, and notices you. Your sense of dread grows. You regain enough focus by the time the gun fires. You tread slowly for lap one. Lap two, and you begin slowly speeding up. Lap three, and you are now neck-to-neck with a rivaling school for fifth place. The both of you are synchronized at the beginning of lap four. Then, the two of you begin "Weaving" One person gets in front, then the next, and then cycles onward. It is now lap six, your final one, and the two of you are now parallel. 300M left.. 200M... And at 150M, you begin your last sprint, and begin to run all the way to tomorrow. It is at 95M where you are sprinting like there's no tommorrow. You have now secured fifth place, but there's an open window for fourth, as he's not done yet. Your feet are now on fire as you are seperated only by the thin white line at 25M You kick once more, and you cross the finish line. You hear, "Congratulations, you took fourth place" You lie on the ground, exhausted, not getting up until the meet is over. Everyone is celebrating your victory on the bus ride home. One of your friends gets you a nice, refreshing bottle of Orange Juice. It is the best you have ever tasted. The bus pulls up to your house, and you don't bother taking a shower. You do your math homework for about thirty minutes, and then go to bed in your uniform. Nobody can take today away. It's Thursday. You're in science, taking down notes about the exoplanet HD 20958 B, an exoplanet with wind speeds of up to 7,000km/h The thought of speed makes you nervous. Your track meet is today. The bell rings, and it is now 4th period, your last for the day. You change into your track uniform, and leave to get on the bus. The bus is crowded with 14 to 18 year olds, and you, as a Senior, get to sit in the back. Music begins blaring from a fellow senior's speakers, and you begin having an awful feeling of dread. Your event, the 2400M , is first. You arrive at the school where you are competing. You have no more than 10 minutes to warm up. You look into the audience, to see your crush looking at the field, and notices you. Your sense of dread grows. You regain enough focus by the time the gun fires. You tread slowly for lap one. Lap two, and you begin slowly speeding up. Lap three, and you are now neck-to-neck with a rivaling school for fifth place. The both of you are synchronized at the beginning of lap four. Then, the two of you begin "Weaving" One person gets in front, then the next, and then cycles onward. It is now lap six, your final one, and the two of you are now parallel. 300M left.. 200M... And at 150M, you begin your last sprint, and begin to run all the way to tomorrow. It is at 95M where you are sprinting like there's no tommorrow. You have now secured fifth place, but there's an open window for fourth, as he's not done yet. Your feet are now on fire as you are seperated only by the thin white line at 25M You kick once more, and you cross the finish line. You hear, "Congratulations, you took fourth place" You lie on the ground, exhausted, not getting up until the meet is over. Everyone is celebrating your victory on the bus ride home. One of your friends gets you a nice, refreshing bottle of Orange Juice. It is the best you have ever tasted. The bus pulls up to your house, and you don't bother taking a shower. You do your math homework for about thirty minutes, and then go to bed in your uniform. Nobody can take today away. |