Aaron : -grits teeth and runs faster overtaking him and looking back, saying to self- not letting that slacker beat me
Ruairi:
*sees the finish line and I run up to it jumping past Aaron and passing it first then I look up at him*
Good race
(ya and chick that knows 40 is 15 -_- she writes, speaks, and reads them. He'll get tired and stuff but keeping the 6 languages)
(ya and chick that knows 40 is 15 -_- she writes, speaks, and reads them. He'll get tired and stuff but keeping the 6 languages)
Aaron : -says through gritted teeth clenching fist- Yeah
-- how did that bastard beat me?--
(he came at 14)
Ruairi:
*looks over at Mr.Large*
Mr.Large:
3 minutes and four seconds
another ten laps please
*evilly grins*
Aaron : god damnit, I will beat him this time -starts running the track steadily-
Ruairi:
*is one lap ahead of him because he's going at a steady pace*
Aaron : he's going to get worn out running at that pace, -picks up the speed not much though-
Aaron : -right behind him now on the same amount of laps- okay lets go... -picks up pace by a lot sprinting real fast to the 9th lap-Ruairi:
*is on the sixth lap slowing my pace down*