AN

Sorry this one's a bit late. If there are any errors it's cause I wanted to get it out as soon as possible. There's only one for tonight, but you can expect the next one in 2-3 business days (and for us writers, everyday is a business day). It'll be soon, don't worry.

Full title quote: 'Of the 36 Alternatives, running is always best' If you tell me who said it you get a treat.

I don't want to write an after note too, so...REVIEW

No characters are mine except Myra.

Myra's POV

I breathed in the 'pine fresh' air. My car still smelled like stale potato chips and gasoline if you asked me. Kim insisted that it made a difference. She was probably bias though, considering she was the one who bought it for me. I stepped out of the car 'Superstar Style', they way the stars do it when they're wearing a short skirt and they don't want a picture of them flashing the world in the tabloids the next day. Well, some stars. It's a trick I learned at camp, and have been doing ever since, regardless of what I was wearing.
Today, I was wearing a skirt, and, as it was a particularly windy day, most of my attention was aimed at keeping my skirt from flying around. Until I looked up.
There they were, the love of my life and my ex-best friend, standing over by the staircase, making out. Her hands around his neck, her waist occupied by his hands, her hair gently blowing in the same wind that was almost knocking me off my feet, and her tongue down his throat.
Okay, you got me, that's a bit of an exaggeration. What was it? The hands? Yeah, there's no way that that midget munchkin known as Kim could get her arms all the way up and around his glorious neck. And for all of you out there who doubt whether a neck can be glorious, you've obviously never met Jared.
It was almost as bad as that. She was leaned up against the wall. His left hand was propping him up against said wall, and her left hand was on his right arm. ON HIS ARM!

I could only imagine their conversation;

"Jared, I want to be with you."

"I don't know, what about Myra? I've always had a secret thing for her"

"Forget about her! She's not important!"

"Isn't she your friend?"

"No, I never really cared about her at all."

The bell rang, pulling me out of my imaginary state again.

They turned around to face the school, and away from me. His hand lowered to the small of her back as they walked to class…together.

That should've been my back.

I turned away. Ran home. I ignored the dry scratching in my throat, the stitch in my side, and the fact that I could've just taken my car. The running helped me to forget, and made me feel that my life didn't suck so bad. I ran till I reached my bedroom, collapsed on my bed, and dreamt of running. Not the worst thing that my subconscious mind could make me watch on repeat for a couple of hours. Not the worst thing at all.

When I woke up later it was dark. If I didn't get my car back before my dad got home from the late shift I would be in some deep trouble.

I threw on a sweater and put a flashlight in my back pocket. It was a twenty minute walk to school, ten if I cut through the forest.

It wasn't the rustling that kept me out of the forest. It was the lack thereof. Like everything in the forest had fled.

3 minutes: I pulled out the flashlight

5 minutes: I'd already checked over my shoulder eight times

9 minutes: I knew I was being followed

11 minutes: I wished I'd brought some pepper spray

12 minutes: I wished I'd taken that self defense class

15 minutes: I was mentally rewriting my will; there were some people I needed to exclude

16 minutes: There was a huge crash, crunch, and snap behind me. I froze, then slowly turned around on the balls of my feet. There was a tree caved in to the forest, as if a truck had crashed into it. Had it been like that before? I ran the rest of the way. It wasn't the same kind of running as earlier. This was running for my life; as fast as I could.

18 minutes: I slammed into my car, fumbled with the keys, and jumped in. I took a minute to catch my breath, but didn't want to wait too long. Whatever knocked down that tree probably wouldn't have much trouble getting into my car.

20 minutes: I drove home at twice the speed limit, but figured it couldn't be too dangerous considering my reflexes were on hyper drive.

24 minutes: I pulled into the driveway, but took another deep breath before getting out.

25 minutes: I was a couple steps away from the car before I went back, ripped out the air freshener, and headed up to my room to start the first draft of my new will.