A/N Hello to anyone who is reading this! Thanks for dropping by and all that stuff I'm supposed to say...I feel like I'm missing something...OH that disclaimer thingy! Well, honestly if you can't tell that I am not JK Rowling by the way my writing (bleh!) sounds in comparison with hers...then you should see a doctor about that.

So She Ran (I should find a better title...leave a review if you think of a better one!)

by MagicalNinjaUnicorn

Chapter One

Her ears strained and muscles tightened. Listening for the sound that would indicate her to start sprinting.

BANG!

Hearing the gunshot, she took off running.

She had to give her best. She had to stay in the lead. She had to win again. She couldn't let everyone down. So she ran.

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"Congratulations Chrissy! We knew you could do it." I looked up from the place I had collapsed out of breath after crossing the finish line first and grinned up at my team. They grinned back. Most of the athletes on the team who came down were seniors, because the coach gave everyone a choice.

"Aww thanks guys" I smirked back up at them all, still lying spread eagle in the grass surrounding the track still trying to catch my breath. I closed my eyes for a second to take a deep breath. I loved the smell of the grass and nature and all that outdoors stuff. It reminded me of how it used to be. When they were still around. When everything was normal and perfect and-

I opened my eyes to find a hand thrust in my face. I blinked in surprise and smiled. Alex, the adorable little freshman, had offered me her hand to pull me to my feet. I shook my head. The tiny, tan 95 lb, 4'10" girl was the "sister" for me on the big sister-little sister thing that the team does whenever there's a freshman that makes varsity. She was the epitome of adorable, with chocolate brown hair in braided pigtails and big brown eyes and had all the upperclassmen wrapped around her finger.

"Alex, hun," I laughed out, "I weigh around fifty pounds more than you and I'm seven inches taller. I think I can safely say that's not possible."

The rest of the team was cracking up as she pouted at me and insisted she was strong.

"Well, you know," she furrowed her brow trying to think of a way to contradict me and we all laughed harder.

Tren, on the guys varsity team, rolled his eyes at our antics, but smirked anyway and leaned towards his friends, Jack, Ryan, Joey, and Nick, pretending to whisper, "Five bucks says she falls on top of Chrissy trying."

Without preamble, Alex grabbed my hand with both of hers and tugged backwards as hard as possible, making me jerk forward. Unfortunately, since she was so eager to prove them all wrong, she tried too hard.

My eyes widening, I didn't catch my balance while rising and toppled forward, completely smushing Alex to the ground. I heard the breath whoosh out of her and I winced, knowing that she had gotten the wind knocked out of her. She groaned, muttering expletives, and I rolled off her and scrambled up, shaking my head at her language.

I glanced down again and was surprised that she hadn't gotten up yet. I took a closer look. Seeing blood on her face, I yelped and bent down, asking her frantically if she was okay. The others on the team had stopped laughing now and were looking inquisitively at her. She blushed, sat up, and murmured something about how she was fine, but at our looks she raised her hand to her face and felt around her nose.

"Oh that's why my face felt wet," she said sheepishly. We looked incredulous at her, but chuckled anyway. Our coach, seeing us huddled near her, walked over.

"What are you all-C'mon guys! I can't even leave you alone for five minutes and you're terrorizing the freshman!" he exclaimed, only half-joking. He turned his eyes to the two captains, one from the girls Varsity, Shannon, and the one from the guys, Matt, demanding an answer to what had just happened. They quickly reassured him that it was an accident and there hadn't (God-forbid) been any bullying. The teachers and coaches always seem to think that if something's wrong then it's bullying, it's messed up. His gaze flicked to Alex who was looking intrigued at the blood on her hand from her nose, which she had been trying to staunch. When she didn't react he cleared his throat and she jumped. Looking confused at his pointed stare, she tilted her head.

"Are you alright?" he asked concerned. She nodded, "Yup, it's just a bloody nose," she declared, "nothing life-threatening, I think." He rolled his eyes at her failed attempt at sarcasm, which she had been trying to learn for the past season, but turned towards me to inform me of all the oh-so-important details I desperately needed to know about the awards ceremony; see that is sarcasm at its finest. I am such a master. Only half listening, I started to inspect my big toe which I stubbed at some point during the day, while I picked up the gist of what I think he was getting at and shrugged to acknowledge that I got it. I could hear Alex and Tren stifle laughs at me. I mean, honestly, I think I knew what to do by now. Not to brag, but I had won two times before at state, second as a freshman, first as a sophomore, and now as a junior I won first again. I imagine I'll win again next year. I was just a good runner. Well, more than that, I was extremely athletic. Always have been, always will be. Whenever want to win, actually pouring myself completely into a task, heart and soul, I get it done. If I put my mind to something, it just happens. That sounds…weird, never mind. Slowly I tuned back into the conversation to hear Alex whining about going to the nurse.

They were all trying to insist, but she was holding her ground. I snorted. The girl, although tiny, sweet, and a freshman, was one of the most headstrong, stubborn people I have ever known. And that applies to everything, including running. She qualified at sectionals, regionals, and state, but they only take the top sixteen sprint times for the two heats of eight, and since she tied for the sixteenth spot, they did a coin toss, which she lost. Which sucks. Because that little thing is a machine, who could've given me a run for my money. No pun intended.

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