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339 pages, Hardcover
First published January 11, 2011
زندگی اون چیزی نیست که براتون اتفاق میافته، بلکه مهم کاریه که واسه اون اتفاق انجام میدین...
This is a good question, and it's one I really don't have an answer to. I want to know everything about school.
And nothing about it.
It hurts to realize how unnecessary I am. From what little I've let Fiona tell me, school life seems the same as always. Track meets happen. The same flitty people are still flitting about. The same teachers are keeping to their same routines. The same lunchtime activities and rallies and club meetings still take place.
I fell off, but the merry-go-round keeps moving.
Langston's got state-of-the-art everything. From their starting blocks to their jumping standards to their landing systems and cages and hurdles and bleachers, their equipment totally puts Liberty High to shame.
It's their track, though, that has us all green with envy.
Ours is dirt.
Theirs is a Tartan track.
It's the most amazing track I've ever run on. It's clean, smooth, and fast, and it's a beautiful royal blue. Whenever I race at Langston, I imagine that I'm running across water. It's an incredible feeling.
So Langston is our big league rival, and even though they have everything our team would love to have, we have the one thing a team can't buy.
Spirit.
Maybe it's a bond formed from years of running into the wind. Maybe it's because Kyro calls us his family and expects us to treat one another that way. Maybe it's just the fight of the underdog. Whatever it is, we have it, and Langston doesn't. Oh, they act like they do, but you can feel it -- it's just a show.
“Silent tears burn, then pool in my ears.
But they don’t change a thing.
I wipe my eyes and check the clock again.
4:32 a.m.
It’s my eighth day with no leg.”
“My mother says I was born a runner; that I entered this world wanting to get up and go.”
“Air seemed to fill my lungs again. I was heady and happy and I could feel myself—a future me—running.”