Post by kara chandler glassesh on Feb 28, 2009 9:42:21 GMT -5
She stepped out of the girls locker room and into the gym. It was quiet and no one was around as far and she could tell. The corner near her had a ipod plug in that she decided to use. It would be to quiet without LAST RESORT by Papa Roach blarring. It started to play and she started into a jog.
Kara soon went into a fast sprint where she was about the speed of a slow runner. The sprint became a run and she was off. Going around and around, her hair flowing behind her in a side to side motion. It was 7:30 in the morning. She normally was never up this early but, she needed to do somehting other then sit in her room, typing up sappy poetry that, in her opion, made no sence whatsoever.
She started to slow down. The next couple of songs were to slow and once she got to her ipod, it took her about 5 minutes to find something good. She finall found a song she wished she didn't. It was the ballet song she danced to in her recital when she was 6. It was also the song they played at her dads funarel and thats the reason, when she was younger, she would try and run out in front of cars.
