"Alright, good work, everyone! See you tomorrow!" the track coach yelled at the end of practice.
Finally, Melissa thought.
Although she was the best runner on her team, she always looked forward to the end of the workout. Melissa was a Junior and the most popular girl in her High School. She was 18 years old, 5'6 feet tall, and weighed around 120 pounds with blonde hair and gorgeous bright blue eyes.
As she walked to the changing room, she saw Alisson throwing her an angry look. Melissa had beaten her in every race today once again. Alisson was another Junior, only a few weeks older than Melissa. She was a rich and spoiled brat who was always upset about only being the second most popular and successful girl in school. Whenever she could, she would look for an opportunity to comment negatively about her rival.
Screw her, Melissa thought as she walked away. She looked forward to relaxing at home too much to care about all that negativity.
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