Black Lunarglides: A Narrative Fiction

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“All runners to the start line!” The race AR had called out. I looked at my shoes as I approached the broad white line. My black Lunarglides were laced with white laces, the lydiard style of lacing almost hid them. The other girls beside me walked along, putting their hair up and strapping their watches onto their wrists. All but two regarded me curiously, like a kid learning that Santa Claus isn’t real. As the other girls continued to look at me while they put everything on, I simply spoke, “I don’t put my hair up when I run.” Kaylee Galvan from Munster squeaked “She doesn’t even use a watch.” Her tiny voice trembled. The other girls looked bewildered, but their looks soon vanished as we came about to the line. North Newton’s very own Ivy Allen had looked me up and down and smiled, her eyes glowed at the thought that we could finally run together again. …show more content…

Next to me stood the girl who I’d ran against many times. Her senior year, last, my freshman, first. Taylor Aeschliman would not win this race, not this time, not the last, never. She had the look of a hawk in her eyes, ready to swoop down and swipe her pray. She set her watch “You’ll never see me coming Keister.” her words rolled off her tongue with a scent of blue gatorade. She certainly was the right fit for a Lowell Red Devil. I looked down, only to pick my head up to reveal the devilish smile that broadened on my face. The edges of my mouth curled, “Oh I will, especially each time I come up behind you and lap you again,” I thought to myself. A dull gray sky led me to believe that this race would end one of two ways, but I kept it to myself. The AR swung his arm up, the flag in hand, a gunshot rang and the flag dropped. It was

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