Cross Country!!

Hey! Today I'm gonna tell you about my real life horror story. Cross country...

So it all started with practice. Everybody knew it was coming, the school was quiet, tumbleweeds blew in the wind. The school was zombified. The bell rang. We sit on the floor "Cross country practice". Three words the teachers say. Everybody moves on. After a few hours, my turn arises. I wait outside, the games begin. I run and run, feeling my muscles let go. I collapse to the ground. The rain washes through my hair, sweat rolls down my cheeks. I come back half an hour later. I finish. The pain, the horror. And to think I have to do that again. Over and over, time and time again, I do this until the day comes. The dreaded day. The park spread out in front of us. Thunder cracked ahead of us. We sat. Watched, as the year eight boys started running. Cheers, mixed with cracks and bursts of thunder. They started solid. By half-way most of them had disappeared. The year 8 girls started. They pushed through, almost all of them made it to halfway. The year seven boys started, grunting as they went. It was our turn. We started running, my knees were quaking, my chest was heaving, my arms felt weak. It felt like my face was crying. I left my friends in my wake. I powered through, screaming in my head. I finished the first lap. I walked clutching my stitches. My body felt like a giant roasted marshmallow, I was half deaf from screaming in my head to much, and to make matters worse the quaking had spread to my upper legs. Thunder cracked above, motivating me to move. I ran hard. One lap to go. Screams of my name. Cheers, claps. I ran harder. My adrenaline kicked in. I thought about food. By then my whole body was quaking, but at the thought of food, it stopped. The screaming quietened down to cheers. I ran. I finished. I walked, acting like I didn't feel like I just ran a marathon. I collapsed on the ground tired, and waited for my friends. It was over. All over, and I didn't have to do it again until next year!

I hope you enjoyed my story, if you want a real quick recount of what actually happened, keep on reading

It wasn't that bad, the practising was hard, and there were no tumbleweeds, and it wasn't raining on either occasion, I was still quaking though. I did run, and I did walk a lot. It was very hard, but it was actually pretty fun! And I did actually collapse, but I'm fine. That story was just me being an over dramatic school kid. As per usual. *PLEASE READ* NOBODY WAS HARMED DURING CROSS COUNTRY/THE MAKING OF THIS BLOG. 

Anyways. Like I said before, I hope you enjoyed my "Horror story". It was very fun to write. Have you ever written a "Horror story"? If so comment what it was about! See ya next time! Byeee!!