Oh BIDs... How I miss you... and dread you at the same time... this is such a conflicting story for me to write. I half love it, and half wish it would float away forever...
OKAY! I'm just SUPER sick of second grade, but I wanted to squeeze this LAST ONE IN before their little summer, because... bad jujumagumbo is goind doooowwwwwwwwwnnnnn (Is anyone else just REALLY PUMPED for Psych to start back up? No? Awesome...) and I want ONE sort of Logan-y/a bit James-y before I go there... (although, I thought I had been really focused on Carlos, but I guess that was a bit ago... whatever. I need to stick with the plan...)
Anyway... this might be short... BUT THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE LONG IN THIS, so get over it! *she said with love. She said with love!*
Logan walked back over to James with the bandana in his hands, biting his lower lip nervously. "Do you really think we'll be able to win?" he asked, uncertainty filling his voice. James rolled his eyes and snatched the bandana from his hands. They'd been preparing for this day for a whole entire two days! Two full hours each!
"Duh, Logan! We've practiced! There's no way we'll be able to loose." He bent down and began tying their ankles together with the red bandana, which thankfully matched his outfit or else they would have had to pull out, making sure the knot was tight, despite his poor, second grade motor skills. Meanwhile, Logan shifted from foot to foot.
"I don't know, James. Kendall and Carlos are always so in sync... this might not be in the bag..." James smacked him in the back of the head, mad Logan would even doubt their skill for a second. Plus, the shorter boy knew full well how much he hated it when he used words he didn't know, and "sync" was definitely not in his vocabulary. Despite this, he was absolutely sure that whatever it was, Kendall and Carlos weren't better at it than he and Logan. After all, they had practiced. They were going to win.
The pair hobbled over to the starting line, James instructing Logan to not show off their skill until the whistle was blown to start them off. It was the last day of the school year, and they were finally having their field day after it had been postponed about a million times because of rain. This was Logan and James's one chance to show what they had been working so hard for. Their once chance to show their ownership of
THE THREE LEGGED RACE!
Their competition stumbled over to the line up on either side of them. Logan smirked, gaining confidence at the other racer's poor skill. He and James shared a look. We can take 'em. They both trained their eyes to the finish line, James on the right with his left leg out, and Logan on the left with his right leg out, both ready to go. Just before the whistle went off, James gave a final tug to the bandana. Finally, a piercing squeal filled the air, and they set off, James and Logan walking perfectly.
The race wasn't even close.
While they did have a bit of a stumble at the beginning, James and Logan beat Carlos and Kendall, the second best team, by miles. At the end of the race, they leapt into the air in excitement, forgetting their legs were attached, and both landed flat on their faces. It took them a good five minutes of struggling to finally get on their feet again, both muddy from previous rain that had left the field damp and grinning like madmen.
Winning felt so good...
Okay, short, but next one I'm thinking will be long... so whatever.
It bothers me how this is getting better with my writing as I go on... I want to delete half of the chapters in the beginning, but it would a)ruin this and b) is part of my writing history...
I just get all flustered for the new people who have to put up with it.
