This is in response of nightwingaf tweet about fanficion. Just a preview of a story possibly to come. There is not a lot of plot, so yea... Anyway, hope you guys like (^v^) #TeamRunner
My Name is the Runner. Why the Runner? Names have power, and you do not have power over me. Ever since I turned 6 I've been running, while other girls my age
were playing with dolls and small "cute" things, I was training. Running across town, and expanding from there. To be honest, I liked playing with dolls when I was
younger, but that all changed when I saw "The Chase." My Father had it on and didn't realize I was watching. I was obsessed, secretly I started to train, much to my
parents disapproval. Every year when it aired I hid and watched it, trying to figure out how to beat it. As I grew older, problems started to appear. Officials of the game
itself made it clear that only males could be the target of the Chase, after an incident where a woman was given a chance and failed miserably. That rule only made me
more determined to be part of it. After more and more training I had an idea. "Why not dress up as a male", I thought, "It could work." (A/N This is Family Friendly,
so I'm not mentioning the process, what ever floats your goat will do) As the sign up day approached I mental checked my self. "False ID, Check. Medical
Forms, check. Muscles, check." I was all ready to go. Part of their screening contest was a weight test. As woman were usually had less body mass then men, it weeded
out any who tried to fake it. I had planned by adding food weight for a few days before the test. Thankfully the B.F.A. (Body Fat Analyzer) had been tampered with (Not
my me though) so they just used a scale and went from there. I passed the test and breathed out. I had made it though one of the three tests and the next was right
in front. "This way please," an automated voice said, "The Enrichment center is required to tell you" a sudden pause, "that this is the physical part of your test." It then
drones on about how I would be required to run to see my endurance level. "No sweat", I thought, "I have great endurance." They set me on a type of treadmill I had
never seen before. For one, it was high in the air, and there was no switches. As the machine turns on and I start running, I see that it is no ordinary treadmill. Pop up
obstacles are appearing in my way. Mile after mile I keep running to avoid the things in front of me. *Puff Huff* After a couple hundred miles I cant to much more.
"Better keep them not knowing my full potential" I think as I slow down. A sudden bolt of electricity sparked though me. I had hit one of the obstacles! I didn't know
what to do, I was high in the air, with a moving floor beneath me. I did what I knew how to do very well, Run...
Well That was a pilot chapter of "A Running Life for me" I hope you enjoyed! Also Runner you are reading this, critique it. It is a story about your life ;D And Everyone that finds this interesting Tweet me SilentSubYT . I'm not a very good writer, but I can try. And Remember R&R! #TeamRunner #TheRunner