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10.2
EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE!
I’m still in the middle of my first lap when I greedily heaved for air. So much for ‘just try to keep your breathing stable.’ My lungs are bleeding while the world spun. There was agitation that spread throughout my body as my mind dreadfully warns me of incoming nausea.
For the first seconds of my lap, I jogged at a steady pace and had even breathing. I was overconfident that I can finish those laps without my lungs collapsing. However, that mean prince caught up to my pace and insulted my pathetic attempt at running. He pushed me to run faster, then ran ahead.
My hate for cardio surpassed my hate for people who touch my things without permission.
When I tried to slow down and catch my breath, an arrow shot past me. It’s only then I realized I’m already on the left side of the field and the people are now facing me while they aimed their weapons in my direction. I saw the mean prince behind them and it triggered my figh
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