I'm back, well, not really I'm in Disney right now. Anyways, sorry its been so long!
Maybeck rode his bike over to Charlene's house. He wished he hadn't had to get up this early. She lived about 5 blocks away and it was hard going on a rickety bike. Finally, after a lot of huffing and puffing, he made it to Charlene's house. He laid his bike on the ground and ran to the door, water bottle in hand. He knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked again, this time louder. Still no one came to the door. Maybeck tried to peek through the slits of the blinds, but it did no good. He was starting to get impatient. He texted Charlene. Maybeck: I'm at your house. Where r u?
Charlene: I'm at the school's track. Please come help me and hurry! Maybeck quickly pocketed his phone and ran towards his bike. He tripped on a rock on his way to the bike and he tucked and rolled into a standing position and kept running. He swung his leg over his bike and pedaled away viciously. If anyone dared to hurt Charlie, they were gonna answer to him. This thought conjured up quite a few feelings inside of him. He quickly dismissed all of them and went back to pedaling hard. How did he feel about Charlene? Well, he guessed he would found out in the next twenty minutes if he was dead or not trying to save her for an unimaginable horror that was ahead.
"I cannot believe what you just did! DO you know you almost gave me a HEART ATTACK!" Maybeck yelled at her, while she was practicing with starting blocks. "So you were worried?" Charlene said, without even looking at him. "Well, what do you think?! Someone sends you a text for help and you'd think it was about important."
"It is important!" Charlene said indignantly. "If I don't win the championship, I'm gonna freak."
"Chill, girl," Maybeck said, holding his hands up in defense. "You're gonna win, no doubt. But why did you tell me that you needed my help?"
"Because, I needed someone to race." Maybeck smiled. "Then bring it," Charlene beamed. She got on her blocks and got into position. "What are we running?"
"100," Charlene answered. "On your mark, get set, GO!" Charlene sprinted off. Maybeck shot off after her. For a moment, he pasted her and was in front of her. "Hey, hot stuff," Maybeck smirked as he ran past her. Charlene huffed and cranked into full gear. "What the-" Maybeck gasped as Charlene zoomed past him. She waited for him at the finish line. "Dang," Maybeck said bending over to catch his breath. "I think you're ready for the championships." Charlene laughed. "You think I'm only in one race? Come on, Maybeck, give me some credit. I'm also in the long jump, high jump, 100, 200, and the 4x200." Maybeck looked at her pitifully. "Please don't tell me you're gonna make me do all of that."
"Now, come on, let's start with stretching."