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Evelyn's P.O.V

Well, I guess you really couldn't call me a normal child. My name is Evelyn Bolton and I am the daughter of Troy Bolton, an NBA star, and his high school sweetheart, Gabriella Bolton, a famous fashion designer (not really what anyone expected from her).

I am spoiled rotten and whenever I want something, I get it. The only thing is, sometimes all I want is time with my family, which I can't always get because they are ALWAYS working.

I go to East High (where my parents went) and am on the cross country running team, as well as the track team. What can I say? I just love the feeling of my feet hitting the ground and my heart pounding in my chest. Distance is my strong point. I just can't understand how a race that's over in 15 seconds would make you feel as good as one that's over in a good paced 41 minutes, my best 10km time.

No one's P.O.V

"Bolton, if you don't start putting in the miles and produce better times, I don't know if I'll have room for you on my team," Coach Eckert said to Evelyn as everyone was doing their cool down stretches.
"Oh, Coach, I promise! I'll start to try harder; I just need to get out of this summer rut! I promise I will practice more! Please just give me another chance!" She pleaded.
"Relax," he said, "just prove to me, you belong on my team," He stated, and then left.

"Mom, when's dad coming home?" Evelyn asked her mother the oh-so-common question.
"Honey, he'll be home late, he has a game tonight." Gabriella said sympathetically. The truth was she hated putting her daughter through this. It was either her father wasn't home, or she wasn't home, they just didn't have the time.

"Ugh, he either has a game, or a practice, this happens every night. I just don't understand how people can get so much joy out of 'running' up and down a gym with a ball!" She complained.

"Haha," her mother laughed, "it's what your father likes, and I'm sure people wonder how running around and around a track brings people such joy," she smiled.

"Oh mom," Evelyn began; face light up, "It's just an incredible feeling!" She exclaimed, "I cannot even BEGIN to describe it. In fact, Coach says I need to train more, so I'm heading to the track to do some intervals before school tomorrow!"

"I just feel bad, Troy, our daughter isn't getting the time with both her parents that she needs!" Gabriella whined.

"Gabs, I'm sure she doesn't mind, teenagers don't really like spending time with their parents anyway," Troy said as he dressed for bed after his shower.
"I know," she pouted, "I guess it's just me missing you too. I mean, when I'm at work, you're home, and then when I can finally get out of work, you have practice or a game!"

"Gabby, this will all settle down soon enough, I'm sure of it," He said, climbing into bed, next to her, "Now, I'm beat, so goodnight," He said, kissing her, then turning off the light.
"Goodnight," She mumbled, and fell off to sleep.

"1:32, perfect first lap," Evelyn smiled to herself looking at her watch.
"3:08, darn, I'm slowing down," She thought as she approached the 800 meter mark, and immediately started to try to pick things up.

This was Evelyn's 6th mile repeat for the morning, aiming at a 6:08 pace, which she had achieved the previous 5 times, but was beat. Her goal time was 38:20 for her 10km race coming up, which would require a 6:08 mile. That time would beat the record set the previous year by her best competition, Victoria Armstrong. Seeing her face just made Evelyn run even harder, so that's what she did as she pictured Victoria in her mind.

It was a bit to fast as the next thing she realized, everything went black. Coach Eckert, who had been watching Evelyn the whole morning through the window, came bounding out to see how she was.

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