This week I thought it would be interesting to give my readers a break from the story and make a different short story.
Down that long track It was one of the last days of track practice, I could feel the summer sun beat on me as I continued to run. It was the end of the day, and the sun had began to set on the horizon. I could not help but feel nostalgia as I glimpsed at the red and pink sky. I could feel my heartbeat increasing as I found the homestretch of the track again and again. The feeling of finishing each lap was absolutely invigorating. I knew track was going to end soon, like all good things must. And if track ended I knew middle school was right behind it. Then it would be back to square one, I would soon leave another place behind. I would once again become a newbie in an unknown place, like a small fish entering a bigger pond. I continued to ponder as I ran that long track. I could hear the voices around me, I could hear the complaints of others that I had lapped them. But I was too involved in my thoughts to pay them my full attention. It would be weird, not being at the middle school anymore. I had been there for so long, I had walked those halls so many times. I had taken it for granted on so many occasions, now I would kill to be back there for another year. My thoughts continued to bounce from my running to the thought of my leaving. My heart rate continued to increase as reached the end of my laps. And prospect of being at the high school only made it beat faster. I had reached the end of my run, and I had reached the end of middle school years. All of that dawned on me as I stopped to catch my breath. That feeling of nostalgia made another appearance as I stared at the middle school. The windows becoming red and orange as the sun reflected off it. I had realized something in track. I figured out life was exactly like a race. Whenever life gets tough you need to just keep running. If life throws a hurdle at you, gather up all the strength you have and jump. You need to keep to running until you reach that great big finish line. Whether that line be the end of the day, the end of your middle school career, or even the end of your life. Do not slow down if you get tired, you need to reach deep inside and pull out everything you got. You need to finish strong. I still think about the memories I made on that track. And every time I see the middle school in the summer I can't help but shed a tear at what I learned. Middle school and track both made me realize that even when the going get tough, the tough get going. I needed to finish strong in my last days at the middle school, and so I did. And I as continue to run, I continue to think about how the sunset looked at the Horizon track. And how great it would be to be back there.
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AuthorMcKenzie Broers is an aspiring, amateur writer. Who hopes the audience will enjoy one of her project stories Archives
April 2019
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