User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Recollection of the Mind: Chapter Two

We gathered under the blue canopy to escape the coming rainfall. I hated the rain, though coming from North Yankton I saw it as a preferable alternative to nine months of continuous snowfall. The others didn’t see it that way.

“This sucks dick.” Michael complained. “Can’t believe I have to be here.”

“Why are you here again?” I asked, eyebrows perked up.

“I gave that Tad dork a wedgie.” He replied. He had to crouch down as he was far too tall to fit under the canopy standing upright. “So now I have to help out for this shitty cross country meet.”

The runners passed us by, careening onto the dirt pathway and up the growth by incline. Bullworth’s own star runner, Neil Faxon, was currently in the lead though another competitor was soon following him.

“I love Cross Country.” I countered, moving briskly to clear the path of debris so other runners could have a clear path to run on.

“You volunteered for this crap?” Michael narrowed his eyes at me. “Damn, son. You must be bored.”

“Put your ass into it, Jones!” Mr. Burton shouted.

“I’ll put my ass into you.” Michael muttered under his breath. We grabbed the rest of debris and cleared a path for the final entourage of runners to pass us by.

“Oh wow. This is soooooo exciting.” Michael remarked, shaking his head. “Please kill me.”

Looking over I noticed a slight, tiny girl next to Mr. Burton. She had out a clipboard and seemed to be busily writing stuff down. She was beautiful, with a cute face, and expressive eyes that gave off a grayish-blue hue.

“You checking out Hayley?” Michael smirked.

“She’s cute.” I answered quietly.

“Go talk to her, dude.” Michael nudged my shoulder. “Tell her you’re down to fuck.”

“I’m not going to do that.” I retorted.

“Want me to go talk to her?” Michael asked, already making a motion like he was on his way to talk for me.

“No!! No thanks, that’s fine!” I shouted after him but he was already by her side before I could make a move to stop him.

TO BE CONTINUED