Date: 2/5/2023
By LaurenTheFierce
I was back in high school running track. It was different tho. The track was orange instead of black. There were also new people on the team too; other people I knew in school. Anyways, next thing Ik, coach is dividing us into groups of four so that he can make us run 400m relays against each other. This sounds fun until I realize that I’ve been put on a team with a bunch of, well, “slow people”. Some girl—I don’t remember who—is our starter. I think this girl Ashley is the second? Then lastly, there’s Layla who was our third leg. This left me as the anchor, of course. Next thing Ik we’re at the starting line. The race begins and I’m just left waiting there for my turn. One by one everyone goes. Then, suddenly, I realize that the first 100m is set up with hurdles. It’s slowing everyone down and keeping my team from falling too far behind. This excites me and makes me think we might actually kinda have a chance of doing decently because I can handle hurdles. However, just before I’m about to be handed the baton… I wake up :/