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By: Steve Bolin

Each of us has our own God-given gifts. My gift just happens to be in athletics. My youngest sister has a gift too. She’s brainy – too brainy if you ask me. Of course, I’ll never admit that to her!

At 17, I’m old enough to drive now. This has some cool advantages, like being able to drive myself back and forth to school instead of taking the stupid bus all the time. I’ve always hated riding around in that thing. It feels like being inside a giant banana with wheels.

Naturally, driving comes with advantages, but there are some disadvantages also. Like when I stay after school for track practice on Fridays. It just so happens that my sister has band practice the same day. Somebody has to take her home. Guess who.

I got back at her though. Two weeks ago, I “accidentally” forgot to take her home. It was a harmless joke. We only live a mile away from the school, so it wasn’t like she’d get lost on the way home or anything. It served her right. When you’re a Senior in High School, the last thing you want is to be seen with your little sister, the Freshman. Being a chauffer on her band practice days was one of the conditions my parents gave me to have a car in the first place.

Last Friday, my sister and a pretty friend of hers came out of band early. With nothing else better to do, the two of them waited on the bleachers as I finished up my track practice. I was working on the 100-yard dash at the time. I decided to impress my sister’s pretty friend by running extra fast.

There’s nothing like an attractive girl to inspire a young man to greatness. The coach told me that I came very close to breaking the school record with my run. After congratulating me, he told me to hit the showers and rest up during the weekend. I was still catching my breath when my sister came onto the track to talk to me. I noticed that her pretty friend was still sitting on the bleachers.

“What do you want, Runt?” I asked her.

She ignored my jibe. “My friend thinks you’re a very good runner. She wants to meet you.”

I didn’t want to look too anxious in front of my sister, but her friend was definitely someone I’d like to meet. I tried to play it cool. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to introduce myself. What’s her name?”

“Michelle,” my sister answered. “If you want to hit it off with her, be sure to ask about her brother. He’s a runner too, so be sure to ask how fast he can run.”

My sister walked off to wait in my car while I made my way over to meet Michelle. I toweled myself off the best I could and wondered why my sister was being so nice to me. Maybe she had forgiven me for making her walk home last week.

I made my way up the bleachers where Michelle sat and introduced myself. We shook hands and I sat down next to her. She seemed quiet at first, but I remembered my sister’s advice as a way to break the ice with Michelle.

“So, how fast can your brother run?” I asked.

The expression on Michelle’s face turned dark and angry. “I’ve got to go,” she said as she stood up to make her way down the bleachers. I couldn’t understand her abrupt change in attitude. Maybe she didn’t think I was being serious.

“Wait,” I called after her. “I really want to know how fast your brother can run.”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” she answered. “Don’t make fun of my brother.”

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About the Author

With the exception of a four-year hitch in the U.S. Navy, Steve has been a lifelong resident of Indiana. He has more than 40 publishing credits, including co-authoring Black Rising, an epic fantasy novel. He plans to assemble his short stories of dark fantasy and weird tales into an anthology.
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