Post by Breanna Ketterling on Jul 1, 2007 20:12:11 GMT -5
Breanna climbed out of her car, leaving her oversized sunglasses on the passenger seat and grabbing her water bottle. She made her way down to the track, the wind blowing her tied back hair. She wore a pair of cheer shorts and a white beater and her tennis shoes. She smiled to herself, it was a great day, but she didn't feel so great. She knew things were bad, her dad was being released and she knew he was coming for her.
She put down her water bottle on the bleachers and took her I-pod from her small pocket in her shorts. Bree turned it on and started running around the track. Nothing made her feel better then music and running. She was fast, but running was just for fun, Bree had never gone out for track or anything. Her thoughts floated back to her dad. She'd never told anyone, but her real father had sexually abused her when she was younger and was sent to prison. She couldn't stop thinking that once he was released he was going to come back for her.
She was on her third lap when she snapped out of her thoughts and stopped at the bleachers to get a drink.
She put down her water bottle on the bleachers and took her I-pod from her small pocket in her shorts. Bree turned it on and started running around the track. Nothing made her feel better then music and running. She was fast, but running was just for fun, Bree had never gone out for track or anything. Her thoughts floated back to her dad. She'd never told anyone, but her real father had sexually abused her when she was younger and was sent to prison. She couldn't stop thinking that once he was released he was going to come back for her.
She was on her third lap when she snapped out of her thoughts and stopped at the bleachers to get a drink.
