Amanda kept on running, glad that she was staying ahead of John. However, her naive little brain didn't register that he was letting her get ahead. She just ran. It had been a while since she had last run, for fun at least, and her muscles were beginning to protest the strain she was putting on them. She didn't want to be carried again and treated like a child. "Wait, where are the others? Is everyone gonna be okay?" Amanda panted, looking over her shoulder at John. Her fear made her stop, and her eyes began to water with tears of anxiety. "Are they safe?" she whimpered.
"Believe me, I can," Amanda said to John, working up her moderate run to a fast sprint. She sped up to her fastest speed, and pushed forward to pass John. Grinning fiercely at him, she kept on running and realized she had just let out her competitive side. Amanda knew that she could only keep at her top speed for a little bit more than 200 meters, but she would still have the endurance to keep a middle-speed run once she was almost burned out. Hours of endless dance classes had toned her, and she had been a track star at her high school. But now she was pushing herself to beat John, even as they ran to escape the stampede.
((You had already picked up Amanda in your last post, Hug :tongue.gif: ))
Amanda freaked out and hyperventilated, as she always did when nervous or scared. "Omigod, what's happening?" she gasped, looking around at the stampede. "They're so. . . . Huge." Amanda exclaimed, realizing that these were mutated bulls. Knowing that they could run away faster if she got off of John's back, Amanda struggled out of John's grip. "I did track in school, and I can run on my own," she said with clenched teeth. She was tired of always being picked up by the others. Why does everyone always carry me when there's danger? Do I really look that helpless?, Amanda thought, building up her pace to a moderate run. It seemed to her that the others treated her like a baby, or a very young child.
Following John closely, Amanda exited with John. As they walked further away from the gas station, Amanda gave a small wave to Dave, and wished that she had gotten a chance to pet him. "So what should we do now?" Amanda asked, bouncing at a half-jog-half-walk to keep up with John's long stride.
((Awww, bye Absolete. Good luck. I understand that real life is a lot more important than these forums, and I respect your choice, but I wish you could stay.))
((Argh, Latin is hard too. Our last teacher didn't make us memorize all the long marks and where those separation things that look like apostrophes go, but now our new teacher is. She's really mean, SUPER old, and is too strict. She's seriously about 80 years old (there are three Latin teachers at my school) and our youngest Latin teacher is 67 :tongue.gif: .))
Amanda laughed along with Ted, thinking that she could maybe trade most of the candy for some art supplies. But maybe some real food would be better, Amanda thought, her sensible side getting ahold of her. "Are you sure?" Amanda asked Ted. She still wanted to be generous and give him a little bit.
Isabella was dumbfounded by Kyle's words. "You. . . . Y-You still love m-m-me?" ISabella stuttered trying to take it all in. Kyle just wanted some alone time. That's it. Isabella thought, her heart soaring. "I love you so much Kyle. I just. . . . I just didn't understand," she said, wishing she could take Kyle in her arms once more.
"Do you think candy would be enough to keep them off our trail?" Amanda laughed jokingly, opening her pack and holding it up to show Ted the several pieces of candy she had left. But before she showed him the pack, she concealed her knife under the pile of sweets. She didn't know why, but she felt uncomfortable showing a stranger her weapon. "Oh, and do you want some?" she said, pulling out several candies. This man had welcomed them into his home during this horrible time, and the least she could do was give him some candy.
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Amanda freaked out and hyperventilated, as she always did when nervous or scared. "Omigod, what's happening?" she gasped, looking around at the stampede. "They're so. . . . Huge." Amanda exclaimed, realizing that these were mutated bulls. Knowing that they could run away faster if she got off of John's back, Amanda struggled out of John's grip. "I did track in school, and I can run on my own," she said with clenched teeth. She was tired of always being picked up by the others.
Why does everyone always carry me when there's danger? Do I really look that helpless?, Amanda thought, building up her pace to a moderate run. It seemed to her that the others treated her like a baby, or a very young child.
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((Short post is short, I just woke up))
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((But yeah, both AZilla's last post and my last post are all tragic and suicidal-ish))
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