The Secret

“Common Maybug!” The coach yelled.

Rachel was running her hardest and fastest. Her glide into the finish line was like slow motion. It was probably the fact that she was in first place. Rachel could remember when she wasn’t first, but last. Her freshman year was the hardest year for her. Her pace had slowed down and she was in last place a lot.

Rachel became determined. So she worked her way up. Her sophomore year, her pace had quickened to being in the middle of the race. Then she became even more dedicated and work toward first.

Well it was her junior year in high school and she had been first in four races so far. It was her goal; to get first place in at least all of her junior races. It was quite a goal, but as it was explained earlier; she was determined.

Rachel slowed. She breathed in and out through her nose to cool down.

“Keep coming through the line Henderson,” said one of the people in the shoot.

Rachel started walking again. She gave her tag to the tag person and went straight to the coolers with water, after she received her number.

“Wow Rach, that was awesome!” Cheered her mother, coming up behind her.

Rachel smiled and gave her mom a hug. “Thanks mom.”

“Nice flying, Bug!” Rachel’s nineteen-year-old brother, Jordan congratulated.

Rachel smiled and wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Thank you.”

She took sips of her water as she cheered her teammates on.

“Common Lanie!”

A girl about sixteen with black hair and bright blue eyes went through the shoot.

“Good job, Lanie!” Rachel replied, as Lanie came up beside her.

Lanie coughed. “Placed seventh, after Roger in the boy’s race,” Lanie exclaimed.

“That’s awesome!” They hugged.

Rachel congratulated the other Lanie!”

A girl about sixteen with black hair and bright blue eyes went through the shoot.

“Good job, Lanie!” Rachel replied, as Lanie came up beside her.

Lanie coughed. “Placed seventh, after Roger in the boy’s race,” Lanie exclaimed.

“That’s awesome!” They hugged.

Rachel congratulated the other teammates.

          The girl’s team was ten less than the boys part of the team. In all, the Henderson Huskies had forty team members. It was twenty-five boys and fifteen girls. Seven senior boys and three senior girls. Six junior girls and three junior guys. Six sophomore boys and one sophomore girl. Nine freshmen boys and five girls. Rachel was one out of the six junior girls.

          “Common Hens and Halee!” Lanie shouted as two identical twins that were entering the finish line. “Those girls are so cute!”

          Rachel smiled.”Yep,”she agreed.

 

“Everyone did a good job on Saturday! We have lots of good runners this year,” the coach announced smiling. “But I have even better news for you. This Friday we are getting a new runner. He’s a foreign exchange student who’s doing half cross country, half soccer. His name is Patrick.” The coach paused. “Now I want you to welcome him warmly. Guys, “he stared daggers at the guys. “No jokes! His host has told me he is a great runner . . . well that is the new news for this week!”

          Before the team left they shouted “run huskies run” before departing from Wednesday’s practice.

          “So Rachel, what do you think of this new guy that’s coming, eh?”

          “It’s, uh cool Andy.”

Rachel left for the locker room. Lanie followed after her.

          “Andy’s totally into you, Rach.”

“I know Lanie, but I don’t like immature, show offs that think they are all that . . . like him. Even if he does have every girl in the school drooling over him.”

          “Rach, I’d take him in a heartbeat.”

Rachel checked the clock in the locker room, ignoring Lanie’s comment.

“Got to go!” She called, grabbing her bags and running out of the locker rooms.

She ran to her brother’s car.

“You ready?”

“Let’s go!”

Jordan drove his rusty truck over to a big house. It was an old Victorian home in town.

“See you later!” Rachel called, grabbing some of her books and slamming the car door shut.

Rachel ran up to the back door of the house and quickly went inside.

“Sorry I’m late Mrs. Tuckenseen,” Rachel apologized, sitting in a chair next to the piano.

Mrs. Tuckenseen just sighed. “It’s fine. Shall we start your singing?”

 

 

          Rachel shut her alarm off. It was six o’ clock in the morning.

She groaned and rolled out of bed. While getting ready, she thought about the new exchange student that her cross country team would be getting. Rachel grabbed her bag and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. She looked up at the clock on the microwave. It was seven o’ five!

“I got to go!” She called, grabbing a muffin and hurrying out the door.

She took bites out of her muffin as she fast walked to the bus stop. It was a mile from her house.

School started at seven thirty two and ended at three twelve.

 

 

The End

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