3Did she really have the guts to make it to the finish line? No not really. She didn't really think she ever would. She looked at the girls surrounding her on either sides. It felt like she was in the middle of it all. She looked down at the left hand side of the line. There was Kristen, Stacy, Jennie, Britt, Dana, Emma, Courtney, Kimberly, Kayla, then herself, and then there was Jess, Amber, Kelly, Harriet, Cara, Joanna, Maria, and finally there was Danielle.
Kayla turned to her and started talking.
"You won't win Steph," she said grinning at her friend.
"I will," said Steph. She knew that she stunk at running in a way but at least she tried. She looked to her other side at Jess.
"I'm so going to lose this one," she muttered. "I can't even walk fast."
"We all know that," said Steph not even considering Jess's feelings for more then a second. Jess wasn't really her friend. Jess Coston was an interesting girl. She was interesting sure no doubt about it but Steph still didn't like her all that much. She had some weird obsession with guys and how they were all supposed to love her. Well didn't all sixteen-year-old girls on their track team feel the same way as Jess? No, not exactly. Sure Steph would admit she was slightly obsessed but not over obsessed. Being over obsessed got you nowhere. Steph looked further down the row of standing and stretching girls. The preppy wannabes were at the end. This included Kristen Coon, Stacy Brett, and Jennie Walsh. To Steph they were all losers. To Steph Dawson they were all losers and they all knew it and that was not something to be proud of.
The entire school had come out to watch. They had all skipped class to watch the big event for the hottest sixteen-year-olds that they knew and would ever know. Steph proudly included herself in the bunch. Steph was proud to say she definitely had the looks to attract a man but just didn't want to have one. Other girls thought differently about her but Steph personally didn't care. She was doing what she liked and what she wanted. What she liked and what she wanted was to run. She wanted to stay in shape and have the legs of a goddess. Would she ever have those? Who knew the way she was going with her life. The way it was going she could be a model or a super star singer or actress. Steph liked those ideas but you needed an education for that sort of thing. Steph wasn't too bright in school as hard as she tried to be. It just never worked with Steph. She wished that it would but it just never did. Why her? Why was it Stephanie Dawson who had to put up with the terribleness of terrible grades? Who knew? Well she definitely didn't.
"Are we ready!?" their coach, Coach Marlin, asked.
"Ready!" the girls all shouted.
"Are we set?"
"Set!"
"Then GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Without thinking for another second Steph began running. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she began panting desperately trying to get ahead of every other girl in the race. She ran and ran and ran and ran. Her feet were getting sore but she kept running. She ran faster and faster while the pain grew worse and worse. A few girls were in front of her. The girls that rode their bikes uphill to school and the girls who worked out in the gym during study halls. The other girls who worked on shaving their legs and nothing else. They were all ahead. Steph kept running. She saw Kristen, Stacy, and Jennie up ahead. No, she was not going to let those girls put her down again. She ran harder and harder. Was her mile walk to school for the past month going to actually pay off? She had no idea. She continued to run. She was panting and panting as she sprinted down the race track. Kayla got ahead of her and started laughing.
"Told you I'd beat you," said Kayla happily. "That's what comes of that stupid indoor bicycle my parents got for their own entertainment." Oh shucks, Steph thought. Kayla has no idea what she's talking about. I'm going to win this race and she knows it. Steph kept running. Thoughts of winning and beating all those workout girls were running through her head as she ran across the field. Kids in the stands were screaming out names. Quite a few were screaming Jennie or Stacy or Kristen. She even heard some screaming out Jess's name and outcast Amber or even Courtney-slut-Matthews or Britt Carlos. It was amazing that not one soul ever managed to scream Steph's name. She grew infuriated. Her feet pumped faster. Faster and faster and faster and faster she ran. She was so overcome with emotions that she felt like she was going to explode. Faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster. Finally she had managed to reach top speed. She finally managed to reach the first place level in the race. Now that was better. She began hearing people chanting "Steph Dawson! Steph Dawson!" in the crowd. It felt good to be in this position. She loved it. She ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran. Nothing could stop her. She kept running and running. She dared look back once and saw that Kristen and Stacy were right behind her. They were stupid but they were fast.
Steph continued to run and run and run. The race seemed to be taking forever. This meant she was going to have no use of her legs for like a month or even three months or even half a year. She thought maybe of consulting a doctor and getting a temporary wheelchair for a while. She felt that that was definitely in order. If she lost this race then she was going to throw the world's biggest tantrum and then get her wheelchair.
She continued running. Finally she saw the flags that indicated the end and the finish line where she was going to win her prize and every was going to start chanting "Dawson1 Dawson! Dawson!" She could just imagine it already. She thought of what might happen if Kristen or Stacy passed her right when she was about to cross the line. She doubted and hoped that it would ever happen.
Finally and happily and gratefully she finished first. The first race that she had ever run and she'd made it first insulting all her friends and classmates on the team. She grinned happily as she fell to her knees panting. Coach Marlin ran over to her and hugged her tightly/. Now she was going to go to another school or state and compete against one place after another. It seemed nerve-wracking. She knew that she now was seriously going to need that wheelchair.
"You did it Dawson!" Coach Marlin cried cheerfully. "Our own Stephanie Dawson! Our own Stephanie Dawson from North High School in Massachusetts! I can't believe it! It's unbelievable." Yeah, Steph thought. Now I have to compete with girls from other high schools in the city so then I can claim my championship and then whoever wins will be off to their next destination. Steph wondered how desperate she was for it to be her who won this championship across the New England states. Would she go farther then that? Would she make it to all the Northern and Eastern states? Would she make it all the way across? She doubted it. She wondered if they even went that far. She personally hoped not.
Steph fell over her feet and her face fell into the grass. It felt cool in the May afternoon of 2005. Steph felt proud then. Her best friend Kayla ran over.
"Dang it!" she shouted over the cheering. "I was supposed to win Steph! What happened? There was no vise versa included." Steph laughed. Her friend was just proud that was all. Her friend was proud that she had made it this far. But was she proud? Or was she just jealous? Steph couldn't wait to find out what happened next in her life.
A/N: This is the story I just started. I just joined this site so I hope you review it. It's going to be a really creepy scary story. I can't wait to get moving with it. I'm really excited and I'm hoping to get support from this site. It would be really appreciated. How do you like my character setup and that sort of thing? I personally like Steph Dawson. She's just your typical teenager. She's kind a like me only she doesn't like rock music-it's just unfitting to her personality boo who. Well anyway. I hope you all like this story. If I get enough reviews I'll continue with it. The more reviews the faster the update. Okay well that's all for no-Jemmy Wilson