Fly me to the moon
The 100 AU (high school)
Lexa is the fastest 3,200 meter runner for track and 5,000 meter runner for XC in the state. One day a car crash makes her lose her left leg below the knee. Clarke has just lost her dad. They bond in a support group at their high school and find comfort and support in each other.
"COME ON LEXA! 300 METERS LET'S KICK IT IN!"
Lexa gritted her teeth as she rounded the bend and onto the back stretch of the track. She was running in the state qualifier for the 3,200 meters. She had been running extremely well all of her sophomore year, first winning the state cross country meet by twenty seconds and a record time of 17:42 and then coming strong into the track season tearing up the track every time she ran the 3,200. Now she was 300 meters away from finishing the race and qualifying for the big stage again.
As she reached the 200 meter mark, she stole a quick glance over her shoulder. The second place finisher was a good fifty meters behind her. Lexa grinned. She had this in the bag.
Turning onto the home stretch, Lexa started to pump her arms. She dug deep, and sprinted. As she crossed the finish line, she glanced at the clock. 10:01, she thought. Not bad at all. An exhausted smile on her face, she accepted the cup of water given to her and congratulated the other finishers as they crossed the line.
Once she had changed out of her spikes and into her trainers and sweats, she started her cool down lap. Halfway around the infield, dark hair fills her vision as her friend Octavia pulls her in for a hug. "Oh my gosh! You did it! Again! Holy shit!" Lexa laughed and patted her friend on the back. "Yeah, I did it!" She pulled away from Octavia and held her out at arm's length. "Look at you. Spikes?"
"Check."
"Good attitude?"
"Check."
"Remembering to relax your jaw on the back turn?"
"Check."
"Good. Now go out there and run like Bellamy found out about you dating Lincoln."
Octavia laughed. "Lex, we all know that I would lose him in the first 100 meters."
Lexa scrunched her nose. "Eh, more like fifty." Bellamy, while he was not the best runner, had gotten a scholarship to play basketball for Polis U, possibly the best school for people interested in an athletic career. His younger sister Octavia, a speed demon in the 400 meters, was looking for her first bid to state. A freshmen, she had surprised everyone at the first meet when she ran a 56.7 second lap.
Lexa clapped Octavia on the shoulder. "Good luck. I gotta go finish this cool down." She jogged off. Five seconds later, she was lifted off the ground as her coach Gustus wrapped her in an enormous bear hug. "Good job girl."
Lexa peeled herself out of his grasp. "Thanks. Can we talk about the race tomorrow? I kinda just want to relax and eat now."
Gustus nodded. "Sure. I'll let you soak in all the glory. I'm going to call Anya, tell her the news. I'll swing by tomorrow to talk."
Lexa smiled. "Thanks." She headed off toward the stands to find her bag of food. Hopefully the rest of the races would go as well as hers did.
It was the end of the track meet and everyone was loading their stuff onto the bus. Octavia had qualified easily, and most of the track team had too. Their coach Indra said it was the biggest crew of athletes she had ever brought to state. Lexa was really happy for the team, but right now all she wanted was to go home.
As the bus flew down the highway back to school, Lexa leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. The sun was just setting, and the dying light had turned the sky a beautiful pinkish gold. She let the light wash over her face. She opened her eyes, just in time to see the black car smash into the side of the bus.
Then everything went black.