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“Ten!” shouts Coach Jacobs. Finally, I let my legs lower themselves from their place, six inches in the air. I sit up and look at the other tormented faces around me. Half the floor covered with girls, evenly spaced apart, half with boys. “Two laps around the building! Come back in here when you’re done.”
I stand up and power walk toward the black-painted metal doors on the far side of the gym. Once I push my way through them along with the great mass of people, I begin to run. Not too fast, so as to wear myself out to quickly, but not quite a jog. I pass the already fatigued, barely jogging kids, who are making comments like, “Coach Jacobs is crazy,” or, “It’s only our first practice! Why is he working us so hard?”
I grin. Coach always works us extra hard on the first practice, something they will learn in a few years. I make my way around the school, roughly a quarter of a mile, pass the doors I came out of, and continue running. The slow-pokes stare at me as I blow by them. Another quarter of a mile, and once again, I’m back where I started. I slow down to a walk, and head toward the doors. They’re being held open with bricks, so I walk right in. There are already a few people in here, three boys, one girl, not including me. Coach smiles at me and tells me good job. I reply with a quick, “Thanks,” and head toward the water fountain. After a long, cold drink, I turn to see all who has returned. Two more girls have been added to the group, along with two boys. I recognize everyone, whether from my classes, or previous sports seasons, aside from one boy.
He’s tall, maybe six-foot-three, with curly, chocolate colored hair. He is talking to two popular guys, Aiden Black and Emmett Michaels. I’m not a shy person by any means, so I decide to walk over and introduce myself.
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How does that sound?
Any constructive criticism would be helpful
PS. It wont let me do the paragraphs right, so just ignore that.
I stand up and power walk toward the black-painted metal doors on the far side of the gym. Once I push my way through them along with the great mass of people, I begin to run. Not too fast, so as to wear myself out to quickly, but not quite a jog. I pass the already fatigued, barely jogging kids, who are making comments like, “Coach Jacobs is crazy,” or, “It’s only our first practice! Why is he working us so hard?”
I grin. Coach always works us extra hard on the first practice, something they will learn in a few years. I make my way around the school, roughly a quarter of a mile, pass the doors I came out of, and continue running. The slow-pokes stare at me as I blow by them. Another quarter of a mile, and once again, I’m back where I started. I slow down to a walk, and head toward the doors. They’re being held open with bricks, so I walk right in. There are already a few people in here, three boys, one girl, not including me. Coach smiles at me and tells me good job. I reply with a quick, “Thanks,” and head toward the water fountain. After a long, cold drink, I turn to see all who has returned. Two more girls have been added to the group, along with two boys. I recognize everyone, whether from my classes, or previous sports seasons, aside from one boy.
He’s tall, maybe six-foot-three, with curly, chocolate colored hair. He is talking to two popular guys, Aiden Black and Emmett Michaels. I’m not a shy person by any means, so I decide to walk over and introduce myself.
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How does that sound?
Any constructive criticism would be helpful
PS. It wont let me do the paragraphs right, so just ignore that.