Meet Trolling: A Short Story

Meet Trolling

The dust had settled. The Silver Creek Cross Country team approached the line. “On your marks, get set,” POKT! The referee fired the pistol. Edward, Dean, and I quickly sprinted in front of the pack to escape the demon particles, also known as dust, from finding entrances into our throats. Then I heard a thud and Edward yell “DEAN!” and I glanced back to see Edward’s panicked face and that Dean had fallen. Then time froze just for me. Just so I could make this decision. Should I slow down for Dean and let people pass me or should I prioritize the race?
Laughter echoed throughout the bus. Everyone was happy and contained a sense of ambition. We got to leave school early and all the students were eager to prove themselves from
I walked to coach who noticed and told me to do any stretches I could and to not walk on the concrete. I did as he told and stretched for 10 of the last 15 minutes before the race. My stomach had that familiar tingle I hated that made me want to puke. The feeling of mutated butterflies in my stomach was there in my previous races and continued to be there for many races onward despite me telling myself that it would go away once I got used to racing. It was, after all, my second meet at
We couldn’t help it. It was just so funny because the kid had wasted so much energy for nothing. His spirits were destroyed and with only half a mile to go, I picked up the pace and Edward followed suit. Our last incline and then straight down hill to the end (with a speed bump in the middle). Our coach yelled “You see those guys? Well pass them UP!!” So I did. What I didn’t know was that the kid we trolled was next to Edward, who after a long fight, passed him up as well. Near the end our coach saw us and told us to keep that pace but I had something else in mind. My legs started moving faster as I went down the last downhill. “Faster!” I screamed in my head. I increased my speed until I passed the finish line and collapsed at the end. It was finally