“Raymond!! You’re finally old enough for the Halo Race!” screamed Squeaky running down the stairs.
“I know, I can’t wait for you to train Harley and me”, I replied excitedly.
I wondered to myself, “What the race is going to be like.” Just like old times Squeaky is excited for running season. Last year she beat her enemy, Gretchen, at the May Day race. Unusually they made up and became friends. I left to go to …show more content…
We were walking home when my conscious told me to tell Harley how I feel. I decided to take it slow and hold her hand. She looked at me with her sparkly, blue eyes and the cool autumn breeze blowing her silky, soft, brunette hair. Harley was talking about the race, but I didn’t understand much because I couldn’t stop staring at her. I remembered Squeaky was waiting for us at the circle, so we quickly walked there. I saw Squeaky in her unique track suit while I changed into my practice clothes. We all met up in the middle of the circle and Squeaky explained to us what we would be doing today at practice.
While Squeaky was setting up the tall, bright, orange cones I whispered to Harley, “Squeaky always brags about her past races and how she was undefeated.”
“Well, I think she just misses the sport, especially after her incident”, commented Harley. “Yes, it must’ve been rough going through the surgery and missing the world championships”, I agreed. Squeaky approached us and roared, “Run a lap NOW!” Harley beat me, but I didn’t worry because it was only practice. “Laziness: when I was your age I was faster than the wind. Remember Raymond at the May Day race? I ran like a cheetah and beat Gretchen, then Raymond came running to me. That’s when I knew another Williamson runner was discovered”, blabbered Squeaky while staring off into space. “We know!” I sighed. “ Okay, then run two more laps. GO!GO!GO!” shouted