Life Of Speedster Sarah

Sarah barely waited for the crowd to fully settle before she dipped. Emma had been escorted to the school clinic—girl had straight-up fainted from shock, and honestly?

Fair. She'd nearly been obliterated by a falling pole in front of the entire gym. That kinda trauma didn't just fade overnight. Sarah figured she'd probably need a month or two with a therapist just to process that near-death experience. Maybe even more.

That wasn't the kinda thing you bounced back from in a week or less.

As soon as Sarah made it to the bathroom, she shoved herself into the nearest stall and locked the door. A heavy breath left her lips as she leaned against the wall, body finally catching up to the insanity of what just happened. Her legs gave out, slow but inevitable, until she was sliding down the wall like a deflating balloon, ending up half-slumped against the toilet seat.

Not the most glamorous position, but fuck it—she wasn't exactly feeling glamorous right now.