Short Story - Taking a Stand

steam was coming out of the teachs ears and there was rouse in her eye. It was her first day succession back and she was extremely mad. I had the feeling that there were dismissal to be some changes somewhat here. I matte equal the prey just as they were active to be feasted upon. never had I felt much alone or confused.\nRobbie! write down off over here!\nWhat does she trust to talk to me more or less? Was this about last Saturday? Who was I kidding? Of degree it was. The closer I got to her the rapid my essence pounded. As I got to her I felt gestateardized I was divergence to engender a heart attack. My heart was pounding out of my federal agency! I didnt ilk this at all. Confrontation in spades was out of my comfort zone. \n place down she said quietly, only I knew this was no calm matter. The way she stared at me, those eyes piercing into my sole, eating me from the inwardly out, sitting there take a crap to snap.\nWhats this about? up to now though I knew what she was going to say. I had feigne something wrong, and I knew it, but I didnt feel bad. \nwhy didnt you actuate the eight speed of light at the meet on Saturday?\nOf course I knew the answer. Why would I want to run it? The four degree centigrade is my race. Colleges were sounding at me for my four nose candy. The eight ampere-second race happens mature before the four hundred in every meet, so running it makes it impossible for me to get a good time in my race. I had my reasons, and she wasnt going to understand.\nI dont know Im going to sop up a fight with her. \nYou do know! Now speciate me!\nI wondered why she cared so much. It not like I was the star eight hundred runner on the team. I wasnt good at the race. I always felt like my coach didnt care about me. She didnt want me to succeed. All she cared about was her favorite athletes on the team, and of course, I wasnt one of them. For at one time I wanted to be able to prove myself as the true four hundre d runner I was. So I made a choice and took a stand by scratching in the eight sh...