Guity until proven innocent by Cama seeney, Monique x (ebook reader for manga .TXT) 📕

I sighed, already exhausted. People were already sprinting up the massive logs, which led to the even bigger climbing frame. My muscles cried as I sprinted, I felt like jelly. Nearly falling down three times, I jumped down the other side. My leg muscles nearly collapsed underneath me. My arms shook as I hulled my tired body up. The other side was stupidly high, and there was only five ropes leading down. Each and every person fought to not be the last down. Around ten people were on one. My palms burnt as I let myself down. On the other side, there was hurdles people were already running over, on the other side stood a big muddy trench. Others looked a little hesitant but I knew I had to. Sprinting faster than before I ran right into the mud pit and crawled my way through. First.

‘Burpees in the water.’ I heard someone scream behind me, I looked back – Lilly. She looked at my grinning, I winked before running sloppily into the water. Jumping I crashed into the water. ‘Back to the beginning!’ She shouted again after I shouted my tenth drop. I nodded before sprinting back to the beginning. It felt like hours later when we were told to stop. Everything in me wanted to drop, fall apart.

‘And I thought I was in shape’ I panted leaning on Lilly, ‘What in all hells was that?’ I asked, she giggled. ‘Don’t worry you get used to it, plus it’s only once a week.’ She told me brightly. ‘Ugh too more hours.’ I complained. ‘No, it’s our free time now.’ She told me. ‘For you maybe.’ I replied pointing to Cam, he stood next to a tired looking Lincoln. ‘I train for two extra hours to ‘catch up’’. I informed. ‘Oh’ she made a sympathetic sound and walked towards the dorms waving sadly. ‘Lincoln, go save yourself.’ I joked, he shot me a half smile but nodded at the principle who looked at him angrily. ‘Oh did you do a no-no, I asked laughing. He snorted but said nothing. ‘He’s only here till the race.’ Cam told me jogging to the other side of the sea, where people weren’t gawking at us.

‘I’m sorry Rose but I’m going to have to train you like normal today, if you lose this bet no one here will let you live it down.’ He told me sheepishly. ‘Gee thanks O-wonderful trainer.’ I replied sarcastically. Running a little faster to catch up, I literally had no energy left. Barely enough breathe to sigh let alone run. ‘What kind of race?’ I asked as we got closer to the other side, I was already out of breath, knowing this place it wouldn’t be straight forward. ‘Knowing the commander it won’t be straight forward. But your performance today was great, a little too great this will be hard. He doesn’t like losing and Delilah has been training for so much longer than you have.’ Gee whiz I thought. ‘Yea but she’s a prena ballerina we’ll get em’. I told them confidentially, running faster than before – I sprinted faster than I ever had before. I had to show them I could do it.

Everything will come at a costs to ourselves.

Without this costs it wouldn’t be worth it.

It would be worth nothing.

Running doesn’t feel good physically at this level of tiredness.

No at this level of tiredness, everything hurts.

But with this pain you know you’re doing it right.

Any person can run. Anyone.

But not everyone can run through this amount of pain.

Giving up now would be much more painful,

Tomorrow I will wake up proud of myself.

Knowing I had given my all.

When all of my hurts are gone, all that remains is that final score.

So what is hurt? It is just a short passage for winners

Drown it all out with the sound of your heartbeat.

I had sprinted – given my all and I had won. I will not be stopped. I cannot be stopped. I fell to the ground, there was no place left to run. I had did it.

I led on the floor and grinned at the darkening sky. Two pairs of footsteps ran up beside me looking down worriedly I grinned and said quietly ‘Sometimes when I step out into the world, I don’t feel as good as I normally do. I have a banging head ache, I feel sick. But I know, I know that if I don’t pick up that weight, if I don’t run as far, as fast as I can - tomorrow I will be so much worse off. ‘I looked up and saw the commander looking down the beach at us, I sat up and waved grinning. ‘Ten percent skill, ninety percent luck.’ Lincoln said letting a hand down to help me up. ‘Man that felt good.’ I told them jumping up and down on the spot trying to get feeling back in my legs, ‘your insane’ Cam told me grinning and shaking his head. ‘You know the drill, water burpees, push ups and squat jumps’ He called out nodding into the ever cooling water.

With every breath I expelled I screamed the number I had accomplished. With every added number I became more and more sure I could do this, the voice in side my head screaming no was drowned out by my heart. By my unyielding will to say yes. With every added number the cold and the tiredness went away and adrenalin flooded in. I reached thirty. Thirty before Cam called out.

‘Right you can both go – but were hiking tomorrow at five to make up for the time lost.’ I nodded and smiled gratefully. Although I was a little wobbly, I could hardly walk – let alone think of running back. ‘Come-on.’ Lincoln called gently a little ahead of me, I nodded and speed up my pace a little – he grabbed my arm and we half ran and half stumbled back.

I woke up to someone shaking me, I could hear someone else rummaging around somewhere in the room. I jumped up in the dark room confused. ‘Who are you, where am I, and stay back in armed!’ I half shouted taking a wobbly step back. The floor beneath me sagged and someone grabbed my arm, suddenly a light was switched on. Eyes blinded I hit out ‘Ouch, Jeez it’s us!’ Lincoln’s voice called annoyed. Cam stood by my draws with my school uniform in one arm and a jogging uniform in the other. ‘Ugh, what time is this?’ I asked walking into the bathroom with the jogging uniform with me. I quickly changed and brushed my teeth, bleary eyed.

I walked back into my bedroom to find them both leaning against something drinking what smelled like coffee ‘Gi-me’ I called sweetly pulling a pouty face at Lincoln, he looked on deadpan. I turned to Cam and he passed me a mug he’d hidden on the bed side.

Does 5 am really count as morning? Really?

We stood at the bottom of a hill, hills a stupid word for mountain of mud in front of us. ‘You’ve got two hours and… 15 minutes. But you probably want those to change. I’ll be here at the bottom, Go up all the way to the top. Run back down, don’t be late. When your trackers go off you really have to move or you’ll miss out on breakfast. And you’ll have to make your own excuses.’ I nodded and passed him my empty mug. ‘Good luck’ He called passing us both bags, they felt heavy and sloshed. Mine was purple and had a straw coming out of it, and this little stopper lever. It was filled with water. I quickly put the bag on my back and began jogging through the little forestry bottom of the hill, quickly jogging in and out of the randomly placed trees I began my trek up towards the top of the hill.

The floor was filled with due and slippery in places, it wasn’t so bad because every once in a while I felt the grip of a stone under my feet steadying me, it was like the world didn’t want me to fall. I smiled moving faster than before, tomorrow’s pains and worries walked away. After the first half hour my legs lost the unyielding wobbly feeling. My back lost its strain and feet lost their pulsating feeling. With every foot fall I felt stronger and more alive.

The sun slowly rose, and with it I knew I must move faster. I sped up and soon thereafter I broke the surface of the trees. I was at the top, the sun clearly rising its way up the horizon. I drank thirstily before turning tail and running downhill. Checking my phone I saw it was twenty to seven. Half an hour, fifteen minutes to change and a whole five minutes to run to the food court. I could see the path I needed to take down.

I ran down hill lengthening my stride to ensure I didn’t end up rolling down the hill ass over tit. Ten minutes in I was already out of breath and no way near the half way line, there was nothing else to do I needed to sprint. I saw Lincoln in front of me running down a much more dangerous path than my own, a much quicker incline but riddled with trees. I breathed in deeply (more like gasped) and jumped over a fallen log.

I thought of the twenty minutes I had to run. Instead of worrying I counted. It calmed me, focused my mind. It was almost like I wasn’t even looking where I was going anymore, my vision blurred but I trusted my feet to take me there.

Three minutes later, adrenalin called my name asking me to run faster, count faster. Doing so I found myself level with Lincoln. Looking right I could see him weaving in and out of trees, it was breath taking to see the amount of concentration it must have taken not to crash. Facing forward I pushed myself harder, leaping over fallen debris instead of jumping pathetically. I almost fell twice but rolled with the motion and continued forward. Mud caked my hands and feet but I felt liberated, I looked over just in time to see Lincoln gain his feet and wink before he sprinted forward again.

Seven minutes left. It’s on. I pushed myself into that impossible faster category. Quickly dodging a up and coming tree I skidded closer to Lincoln, nearly pushing him in to a tree. I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled hard to the left. Stumbling we sprinted past the trees. Unstoppable. Lincoln squeezed my hand before letting go but he stayed right at my side as soon as I began to slow down he urged me forward by going faster. I grinned devilishly as I sped up myself. He knew I was competitive, the scoundrel. I laughed mentally as my hair came undone and flew behind me in a mass of waves.

‘Five minuets’ I panted out, he nodded before slowing down a tad, I grabbed his arm and pushed us both faster. A minute later I let go