Um, I really don't know how this story is going to do, but I thought I might as well give it a shot. And just a warning it ay end up being a little crazy and weird, since this is me writing this. So anything you recognize is not mine blah blah blah... I only own my OC(s)... and the plot... Okay so I think that's all I have to say, so I'm just gonna shut up now. Hope you enjoy.
"What time do you think you'll get?"
"12, easily," I told my friend, Brittany, sarcastically.
Today was the dreaded day that we have to run a in gym class. Last year, in 5th grade, we only had to run it once each semester. But this year we run in every month.
"No, you're fast you'll get like, 11," she said giving me a sly grin. I glared at her. "No really you'll get like 7 or something."
"Doubt it, but thanks for the encouragement."
"Okay! Choose your partner and decide who goes first!" our gym teacher Mr. Woodwolk bellowed.
"You wanna be my partner?" Brittany asked me.
"Sure."
"Okay, see ya!" she ran off to the grassy area in the middle of the track.
I shook my head and got in my running start position.
'Just 4 laps around the track, Courtney,' I thought. ' I have to at least beat Alex.'
I looked over at the black haired boy just as he was shoving his finger up his nose. He looked at me smiled and turned away. All with his finger up his cave. I shuddered horrified, and looked down my arch emeny, the track.
"Ready?" Mr. Woodwolk yelled. No one answered. "Okay, go!" he blew his silver whistle.
I took off and got to the front of the running kids. The spring breeze ehipped my bair back and cooled my skin. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the moment. My feet were pounding the cement under me, but a couple seconds later it felt as if my feet were no longer even touching the ground. I opened my eyes and I was already passing people! Was I really closing my eyes that long?
"What lap is this?" I yelled to Britt as I jogged by. She held up a shaky hand, and 4 fingers looked back at me.
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"No one can run a mile in two minutes, Courtney!" Brittany said. Ever since gym class her and everyone else gave me scared looks. Britt claims I'm a vampire or smothering (she's scary obsessed with Twilight).
"Trust me, I have no idea what happened back there."
"Yeah, me neither," she replied sounding a bit annoyed. "Bye."
"Later."
I went up to my locker and fiddled with the combination lock. Just as I was about to put in the last number, a guy named Derek came up to my locker.
"Hi," I said, pushing my blonde hair behind my ear.
"What drugs are you using?" he said quietly, but demanding.
"Sorry, what?" Drugs? What 6th grader does drugs?
"You're using something to get that fast," Derek said glaring. " And I'm going to find it."
He walked away into our home room.
"Good luck with that," I muttered.
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When I got off the bus at my bus stop I walked up my yard slowly. Everyone in the entire Intermediate school heard about my time of the mile. My friend, Laura, didn't even sit with me on the bus like she normally does. You'd think that someone this fast would be the most popular person around, but no. Instead they're the scary freak show everyone avoids.
I walked up to my front door and opened it and stepped inside. My dad always leaves it unlocked because he works night shift and leaves when I leave for school. He doesn't bother getting up until 5, which is when my mom gets home from work.
I threw my backpack onto the floor next to the door and walked into the kitchen. I took my favorite flavor of Gatorade out of the fridge.
Opening it, I turned around and saw a man with an eye patch staring at me. In. My. Living. Room.
"Uh, hi." I say awkwardly backing toward the phone.
"Hello," he replies, emotionless.
"Uh, can I help you?"
"Actually, yes you can, Courtney." he says taking a couple steps toward me.
"How do you know my name?" I ask. This is really creeping me out. If I can just get to the phone, and run away to safety (since running is now apparently my speciality), then I'll be okay.
"I need you to come with me."
"What! No!" I shout taking steps now toward the door.
"I thought you'd say that." then the man lifts a gun looking thing, and pulls the trigger. I feel a stinging in my neck and I black out.
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