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Cross Country: A Short Story

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Hello, I am Micha Reed! I attend Arcadia High School & am considered a student-athlete. We were at the biggest meet of the year in Cross Country. The tension was high, I told my coach that the season hasn’t been the hottest for me & this is the meet where I show what I have been training hard for. The mens 3-mile race was about to start & we had to check in at the start line. It was weird because, on the way to the start line the grass felt funny! Like the ground was too soft. But I just forgot about it because, it had rained the day before.

When all the teams got to the start line the officials came & checked us and told us the race instructions. After he finished telling the instruction he yelled “SET”…………..”Gun Shot”. Everyone getting …show more content…

It looked to be that we landed in an underground cave & it seemed to be that we were 100ft underground. The cave was really big , but it also was dark & it was about 5:00pm so it was approaching night time. Obviously we were focused on getting out , but the Cross Country meet was held in a desert & we were 3 hours away from the nearest fire department , so we knew we weren’t going to get out any time soon. Everyone decided to stay together because , we didn’t know if it were any animals in the caves because , we know bears & other animals would be in the cave! We decided we would need to roam the cave for something to eat. So we started walking around the cave & we after like 10 mins of walking , we saw light ! We ran to the light because , we thought it was a way out but , it turned out being an island ! It was weird because, how did an island get 100+ below ground. The weird thing is that it was the nicest island you could ever see. It had palm trees, tiki sculptures, baby blue water, coconut trees, & sand as soft as a baby’s bottom! We couldn’t believe it , it was weird ! about 30 minutes ago we were running a 3.0 mile race & now we are standing on a beach , it was like a vacation. Everyone was so shocked, we were sad we weren’t with our families & we weren’t running , but this is a one in a

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