I am the daughter of Flash.
My name is Flora and for every race I do, I try my best not to run like my dad. It’s hard but it’s the only way I get by.
On that day I was pretending to prepare for another race. My school, Havenville Middle, requires a race every two months to see where we are at in PE.
“Hi, Slowpoke,” an annoying voice said behind me. “Ready to lose?” I rolled my eyes and turned around. There she was. Bethany. She is so rude and annoying and torments me on everything wrong that I do. “Why are you here,” I whined, “just leave.” Bethany smiled and seemed to know that she was going to be winning anyway. She flipped her hair and went to the front of everybody, starting to do lunges.
“Okay everyone, time to race,” my coach, Coach Rine, called out. All the people in my class huddled up on the starting line and took their positions. Somehow my fate decided I would be racing right next to Bethany. “Bummer that you’re going to lose huh, slowpoke,” Bethany tormented. I grunted, huffed and rolled my eyes again. With my fists clenched, we started the race. Everyone sprinted but then something made me lose control.
I lost my control and started to sprint, going 100 miles per hour. Everyone stopped and stared, their jaws wide and open. I crossed the finish line and immediately stopped. “Oh no, what have I done?” I whispered to myself. I looked at the long half-mile road back to the start line. The sun blazed on me as if also feeling my guilt.
Coach Rine clicked the stop button on her stopwatch. “Flora, your time is …” She looked at her stopwatch again, eyes widened, almost not believing what she was about to say, “3. 34 seconds”.