I’m running along the boardwalk, wind and sand prickling my arms. It’s after work and I have the track all to myself. There are some surfers battling the roaring waves, and an old married couple walking on the beach as always with their same matching track outfits and running shoes.
Dark storm clouds swarm across the sky. As I run past the palm trees they shake and creak. The main path continues along the beach, but I head for a much smaller and much narrow trail that leads me into the rainforest. I start running, much harder and faster, knowing it will further punish my leg. I can live with the aching pain; it wasn’t that long ago I couldn’t run at all. And then I could but didn’t want to. But sharing a house on the coast of the beach with
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One day while we were driving, we started arguing about which song should be played on the radio.
He took his eyes of the road just for a few seconds and before we know it the car swerved and rolled into a fence. A post then came in through the window shattering the glass and slammed into him, his blood all over me and then everything went black.
I remember waking up seeing a white tiled ceiling and a bright white light. I tried to sit up but my back was in agony. I then realised I was in the hospital and started worrying about Alex. Soon the nurse had come in and told me what had happened and also told me that the accident was so fatal I suffered very severe injuries being a broken leg, two busted ribs, twenty stitches in my neck and a huge lump on my forehead with minor memory loss. I quickly remembered Alex and straight away asked for him, and soon burst into tears while the nurse told me Alex’s funeral had already taken place. Soon weeks past by and I was in intensive care, still grieving Alex’s death telling myself ways I could’ve prevented it from happening and mainly blaming
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I wasn’t in the mood for any makeup especially after my melt down earlier, so I apply a little lip balm to my chapped lips and head down to the living room where Jess was waiting.
After walking for ten minutes we finally arrive at the new cafe. We sit down at the nearest table and the waitress takes our orders. While waiting for our orders Jessica suddenly taps on my arm cutting me out of my thoughts.
“Ah, Tess this might sound a little creepy but there’s this girl with bright red hair two tables away from us on the right hand side whose been staring right at you for the past five minutes” she says warily.
I turn so fast I almost fall of my seat, and there a tall redheaded girl staring right towards me. She realises that I notice her staring at me so she gets up from her seat.
She looks about my age, dressed in black shorts and white top. Her skin is fair, her arms toned. She studies me as she comes closer.
She’s watching me closely. I realise her face is lightly freckled. “Mind If I join you?” she asks.
“Sure” I reply while Jess is looks at me with a concerning face.
“It’s gorgeous here” she says. She twists her bottom lip between her thumb and forefinger waiting for a
Hester smiled. “Then fear nothing. She may be strange and shy at first, but will soon learn to love thee!”
While I was sitting there by myself, a girl walks up to me. (I’m not going to say their actual names.) Once she sits with me,
Syl walks down the aisle to her desk, carrying a duct tape covered notebook under one arm. When she sits down, she glances at me . I jolt in surprise flabbergasted when I catch her gaze.
The track was damp with puddles for unintentional obstacles. The competitors began to approach the starting line to prepare for the commencement of the race. Most people would experience the heavy
She walked toward the back and told me to follow her. We were going to the back of the coffee house I am guessing to talk. WHen we got there a couple seconds later, she sat us down.
She smiled awkwardly at me, and leaned into the other guy next to her. They instantly struck up a conversation.
The feeling that you get when you lace up your shoes and begin to run is hard to describe. When running, it is as if all of the worries ricocheting around in my head suddenly disappear. All that I need to focus on is the steady rhythmic pattern of my feet hitting the ground, my arms swinging back and forth, and the air leaving and entering me as my lungs operate steadily. The complexities consuming my everyday life seem to vanish as I charge down the empty road. I am just running. Simply.
Burroughs stands for a moment, realizing they are talking about the same path. Immediately directing his questions to the young girl,
Her eyes looked over to them quickly and then she shrugs. Once her gaze sinks to the floor I decide it’s time to get her out of her and into a room where she can think about things.
She approaches, until her thighs hit right against the slanted wooden edge of my desk. I look up at her, she looks down at me. Her expression is not imposing, just tired, and quite
As time grew closer to the takeoff time I began sweating, “What if I couldn’t run the entirety of it?” “Would people be disappointed?” “Can I even run that much?” When there was ten minutes left before we started running everyone that was a part of the run came together for a group photo. The time came for us to start running with ease me and my friends started on our long run. Every step sending a thrill of exciting emotions that put smiles on everyone's face, but that would soon
I walk through the doors to the fourth building, aiming towards the bathroom but instead, continue to the hallway next to the library and sit across and diagonal from this girl who always makes me curious with the way she looks, the way she acts.
Her face twists a little, but she covers it with a smile that doesn’t reach anything else on her face. “I see, dear,” she says, “Drake Anderson checked it out.”
"I noticed." Jenny began to apply blush to her cheeks. "You two are awfully close, " she commented.
“I've found her! That one in the red sweater with the blackish-brown hair.” I said, pointing towards her.