Joshua ran the last lap, picking up the pace as he neared the end. Some students moved off the bleachers and headed back to the main building. Sweat poured off the top of his head and streamed down both temples. He breathed in, hoping that he could slow his panting and heart beat down. He grabbed his sides, trying to hold in pain that shot from overdoing it.
I hate track.
He looked at his watch to confirm the time. He told Kathy he would borrow her notes from Humanities before the last bell rang and he had half an hour left. As he looked at the hour and minute hands, he tried to remove the paint scrape off the face of the old Timex watch he wore. This was the last gift his mother gave him. He remembered the little box it came in and wished he still had it.
He walked slowly back to the b
