The cool relief of water was all I wanted as I roughly searched through my bag. A couple of passerby's gave me a worried look as I continued to pant heavily. I couldn't help it but I glared at them as they hurried on their way. Even though I had run as fast as I could I STILL came in second to last. It was the same with hurdles. Last place. I finally gave up searching and through my bag to the ground in frustration. As it hit the ground with a clunk, my water bottle finally gave up playing hide and seek and rolled out of the bag. I quickly scooped it up and began greedily swallowing mouthful after mouthful until to my dismay no liquid remained. I wiped the corner of my mouth and threw my water into the nearest trash can. There was still about 2 more hours until the meet officially ended and I really didn't want to be around other people. Especially the ones trying to give me sympathy. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the areas underneath the bleachers so I could wait for the stupid meet to end already. The sun was a scorching 90 degrees and I sighed with relief as I leaned against the cool metal of one of the support beams. The metal managed to soothe my roaring blood and help me to kind of relax a bit. As I sat their I began thinking about the Team and everything that I had set myself up to achieve. Every once in a while some loud noise like the blaring of the bullhorn or the start gun going off would bring me out of my thoughts but it wasn't until much later that I realized the sound of racing feet and the chattering of the people above me had ceased. My heart skipped a beat as I ran out from underneath the bleachers and saw that the track was completely empty. I was alone.