Wink-
Yoga pants on and yoga mat in tow she walked through the glass doors of the weight room, wind blowing her deep red hair back past her face, she looked over her shoulder casually at the football team that clearly had been there for nearly an hour working hard. As she looked forward again she unexpectedly locked eyes with her crush a moment past, she smiled as he winked back.
Pat on the back-
Out of breath, I walked away from the finish line. Head hanging low, eyes concentrated on the ground maybe there I’d find my pride because it sure wasn’t on the scoreboard with my time. Trying to avoid my team meets and there attempts to cheer me up with a “nice race” although a nice jester it always seemed to made things feel worse, longing for my Beats to block it all out I Continued what felt like a walk of shame as a pasted my coach disappointment clear to see on his, he gave me a lite pat on the back as if to say “you’ll gett’em next time kid” in a moment where no words were needed.
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