Running the Track

[*~Leigh Hartman]

At first when the boy ran off, stating that he had to run Samantha had to clench her hands into fists, digging her finger nails into the palms of her hands to keep herself quiet..But before he ran off his eyes seemed to soften and she couldn't help but think that he was considering opening up to her now. She was getting closer...She was winning..Kara had been right, she just had to focus and now everything was seeming to begin to work out. More girls should listen to their older sisters thought Samantha to herself.

But her thoughts were interupted when she saw the boy fall on the ground crying, hitting the ground with his fists. At first she was frightened, not completely sure what exactly she should do.

Before she was even aware of what she was doing she was running, not away from the crying upperclassman, but towards him, and at full speed. At first she thought she'd end up just standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. But when she reached him her legs felt like they turned to jello and she fell down next to him, sitting next to him as he cried.

"It's okay to cry...All people do it, no matter how much they like to hide it." she said in a soothing voice that reminded her of her mother's voice...How it was before she had Xavier seven years ago...How it was before her dad started drinking even more...How it was before she tried to kill herself...And take her daughters with her.

[Harrison]

Still on his knees, he leaned almost falling against her as he tried to stop crying.
"I hate today"
he screamed through sobs
"why won't it just end... why can't this day be erased from the rest"

[*~Leigh Hartman]

Feeling as if she could finally relate to the guy a little better she thought for a moment. She, herself wished that yesterday could just be erased, and that she would have never seen Xavier get hit by that car..Well, honestly she wished he'd never gotten hit by the car at all.

"If today was gone...You wouldn't get any stronger." said Samantha half to herself, thinking of yesterday, and then also for to the boy, who obviously was going through something of his own.

[{ would write more..but I sort of popped my knee cap and its all messed up so I gotta go....}]

[Harrison]

"It's not just today. It's everytime I go back to that damned house." he began to think of those days in the week where he had to go back to his own home, where his mother was "She doesn't feel anything. Not for me. Not for him" he clenched his fist a little in sobs "If it's not perfect, it deserves no feelings" the way his mother thought

(So could i but i just got back from an all day speech./debate tournament and i'm exhausted)

[*~Leigh Hartman]

Tears were in Samantha's eyes as she looked at this boy..or this man actually that was infront of her crying. What could have happened to make him break down like this infront of a little freshman girl? Guys barely showed emotion, so if this one was actually willing to cry infront of a girl that he didn't know at all then something really must be wrong..Or so she thought.

"Well, nothing is perfect." stated Samantha simply, trying to clear her head as she spoke. It was true, she had learned that when she was eight years old..She had thought that her sister Kara was perfect..Until she saw her get drug in their family's front door bleeding and bruised by her other sister Leigh...While both were crying Leigh explained that Kara had been raped while on a blind date...Ever since that day nothing had seemed perfect ever again.

As she thought of something else to add to what she twisted her finger through her brown curly hair. Her eyes shimmered as she realized that she knew exactly what she wanted to say to this man. Taking a breath to calm herself before she stated her next idea she smoothed down her wrinkled pants and looked at the brunette infront of her. He was obviously hurting...More than he need be.

"Well, as I see it you have two choices." she stated boldly looking straight into the man's eyes as she went on. "You can either never go back to that house again, and avoid all of your problems..." pausing for a moment to show that she thought this decision very weak, and that only someone who had no guts what-so-ever would go along with it she continued, "Or, you could be a man and tell your mother that you are sick of this and try to work things out, and then if worse comes to worse,...You leave."