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Everyone turns to stare at her as she stomps her foot on the
sand. Does she think that’s making a statement?
“You’d better get off this island as soon as possible,” Troy says,
laughing. “The longer you stay the greater the chance that Adara
blasts you to Hades.”
“I’m not afraid of her.” We reach the blanket and I drop down to
sit next to Nicole. “If she does anything too horrible to me, Damian
will ground her powers.”
“Yeah,” Nicole says as she pokes me in the arm, “but by then
you’ll be smoted.”
I shrug and lay back on the blanket, my hands behind my head.
“No worries. With all the extra practices and workouts, Coach Lenny
will kill me long before she gets the chance.”
Nicole lays out next to me. “I can’t understand why anyone would
run on purpose, anyway. Are you masochistic?”
“Nonrunners don’t get it, I guess.” I close my eyes and picture
myself running. A sense of calm sweeps over me. “There’s freedom
in running. Escape. Power.”
“Insanity,” Troy adds.
I pry open one eye to glare at him. He’s sitting at the edge of the
blanket staring out at the water.
Maybe it is insanity. Every time I hit the wall, when my body
screams, No more of this running crap! I tell myself this is the last race
ever. Am I so stupid that I want to run myself into utter exhaustion
for no good reason? I’ll just finish this race and then hang up my
sneakers. Forever.
Then I push through the wall. And everything becomes clear.
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