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Post by Maya Taylor on Jul 28, 2012 9:04:40 GMT -5
As if like clockwork, Maya reached the track at exactly 4:00. School had just ended and Maya had to practice. She was on the school's track and swimming teams. Each day, Maya comes out to the field everyday to train. At the moment, she had on her contacts so that she could see and bot worry about her glasses falling of her face. If she lost those, they cost 200 dollars. They where the cheap kind to.
The girls locker room was close to the field, so walking in, Maya had her teal sports bag slung over her right shoulder. It was full of her track cloths in about an hour, she would go into the pool and do a yew laps just to warm up, then do everything else. So Maya stripped down to her underwear and bra. It didn't bother her to do this. It did some people. But so far, she was one of the only people that where here. Maya slipped on her blue and black adidas shorts with my grey and blue shirt. I put on my track shoes and made my way out to the track to make my run around the track.
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Post by molly davis on Jul 28, 2012 10:20:11 GMT -5
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I grasped the handle to the locker room. It seemed empty so I stripped down and shucked my sports bag off my shoulder. I zipped it open and dug through my stuff to find my track clothes. I slipped into my Nike shorts and put my shirt on. I searched around in my bag once again to find a hair band. I put my hair in a ponytail and tied my track cleats tight so they wouldn't untie. I zipped my bag back up and slung it over my shoulder.
I grabbed a few sips of the drinking fountain before going out towards the hot track field. I opened the locker room door and squinted as the bright sun blinded me. I held my arm over my eyes for protection as I jogged down towards the field. I set my bag on the bleachers before I opened the gate that surround the track field. I stepped onto the track and started to run a few laps.
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Post by Maya Taylor on Jul 28, 2012 19:45:43 GMT -5
Maya set her stuff under the schools blechers so she could just run and not need to carry it along with her. But she didn't appear to be anyone else there. It seemed that Maya thought to soon. Just after her first lap Maya noticed another girl. She looked to be about Maya's age maybe a year or two younger. But in the time that Maya had gone to school in this place she had not noticed her at all. But maybe now would be a good time to go and get to know her. Since Maya knew everyone.The girl was slightly in front of her. Making a sprint to her side Maya gave a smile. "Hi" Maya said brightly. She was being friendly like always.
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