One Year and a Half Later

Max

Los Angelas, California

I raced down the track, my arms pumping at my side. My legs felt like rubber but I knew that I had to keep running, keep going until I finished my round.

"Let's go Max! Faster, faster!" yelled Coach Henderson from the edge of the track.

I focused on that and felt a new jolt of adrenaline building up inside. I began to run faster once more and passed the finish line. I skidded to a stop, my breath coming in and out in deep heaves. I picked up my water bottle and took a huge sip of it.

Coach Henderson store over to me. "Four minutes and fifty seven seconds. It's good Max, but not your best. Keep pushing. We have a huge meet coming up soon and you need to win. You're done for the day."

"Thanks Coach," I replied. I walked away from the tracks, heading into the locker room. I swung open my locker and grabbed the outfit that was waiting for me: jean shorts, a loose, no-sleeved orange top that read "Young, Wild, and Free" and a pair of black flip flops. After quickly throwing that on, I tied my dirty blond hair into a loose bun, put my sunglasses on, and hastily exited the locker room.

I left the building and went outside, scanning the premisses. Suddenly, I heard a voice cry out from behind me.

"Max! Over here!" a familiar voice hollered.

I whirled around and was face to face with two of my best friends: Sage and Evangeline.

Evangeline's usually pin straight, blond hair was left wavy with a small braid on the side, keeping her hair out of her face. She wore a floral bustier and a high waisted coral skirt. Evangeline had a brown belt securing the skirt in place and ballet flats on her feet, around the same color of her skirt. To top it off, she wore natural shades of makeup on her face, making her brown eyes pop, and pink lipgloss.

Sage had on a sleeve-less, button down teal top that was tied in the center at the bottom. She wore jean shorts and gold sandals that had little jewels on the straps. Her wavy, brown hair tumbled down her back and only a little lip gloss was apparent on her face. Her sparkling, green eyes had no trace of makeup on them.

"How's our little star athlete doing?" Evangeline joked. "You still California's best runner in the age fifteen to sixteen division?".

I had won that title last year when I was a sophomore. I was new to California and had just joined the track team. We had a huge meet against the best runners from all over California around my age. And the surprising thing was, I won. I beat the best runner from Malibu by 5 seconds with a time of four minutes and twenty two seconds. Ever since, people had been referring to me as that, which put a boatload of pressure on me.

"My time still isn't as good as last year," I replied. "And I need it to be better for the meet next weekend."

Sage said, "I'll bet you'll do fine. After all, that title alone should intimidate your competition."

I nodded my head.

"So," Evangeline began again. "What are you going to do for your birthday this year?".

My seventeenth birthday was fast approaching. It fell on the twenty fourth of September and it was the beginning of September now.

"Not sure yet. I definitely want to go to the DMV to get my license." In Los Angeles, most people got their license on their birthday.

"I'm so jealous," Sage moaned. "You can get your license this month and Evangeline already has hers! I still have to wait until October."

Evangeline smiled cockily. "And we'll see if you even pass."

We had then reached Evangeline's car and hopped it. I claimed shotgun, so Sage reluctantly climbed into the back. Evangeline turned on the radio and I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift poured through the radio. We all looked at each other, laughed, began to belt the song out, and drove down the street, perfectly content with our lives.

If only I had knew that my family was out there somewhere...

Okay these next chapters are more filler chapters. They're going to introduce each member of the Flock's life. Thank you so much for the continuous support to this story! All your reviews and follows seriously make me want to jump up and down and sing. Thanks again! Read and review!