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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
Emma stood on the other side of the line, the tension in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife. What was wrong with all of these people? It was just running, something that Emma was good at. "R-right," she blinked, copying Lise and Irina in order to stretch out her muscle. The first whistle had been blown, Emma began at a jog, wondering why everyone was so slow. She reached the line first, wondering what was supposed to be hard about that. "Is this a joke?" Emma asked underneath her breath, doing a bit more of an intense stretch now that she was a little more warmed up. The whistle blew again, it was time for the second lap, then the third, and the fourth, until finally they reached fifteen and only a handful of them were still going. Emma was rather confused about how the others were already tired, running in short bursts like this was something that came easily.
"Crazy, she's not even pacing herself," Emma heard one boy whisper to another. "Yeah, maybe she runs marathons?" The friend shook his head, "no, look how out of shape she is, she must be pushing herself."
"But she isn't even red," while they were attempting to figure out the mystery behind those that were still standing, Emma had continued in her run, panting now. It somehow occurred to Emma that she should probably stumble, or trip, to appear clumsy in the same manner her character was. So Emma faltered, tripping over air and rolling, just barely making it to the line before the whistle. That was close, she had nearly scraped by, but was panting heavily now, in slight pain with her bruised legs. "I can do it," Emma said quietly, trying to pump herself up. It was just her and Lise now, she had lost count of how many laps they had done. Lise glanced over and grinned, Emma too, sent what she hoped was a fierce look. Roz seemed rather interested, watching intently.
The two girls were evenly matched until Emma, who decided she shouldn't win because Lise was supposed to be the top in class, slowed so that Lise could win. Once she reached the finish line, Emma doubled over, panting. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, then they broke into applause. "Yeah! Good job! Wow, you were so close to beating Lise! So cool!" Emma blushed at their praise, there was sweat dripping down her back and she was pretty certain she couldn't breathe. A stitch in her side made her cramp up and Emma sank to the floor, in desperate need of some water. "Alright, alright, back up cadets, give the kid some room to breathe." Roz handed her a paper cup with some water in it, Emma drank it back greedily, spilling a little on her front. "Th-thanks," she said quietly, acutely aware of how many eyes were on her.
This was bad, Emma was supposed to appear inconspicuous, not excel! From now on, Emma was going to need to be a bit more mediocre at the sports she participated in. It was just, physically, Emma was very fit if you considered all of the activities she participated in at home on Yavin. Climbing, jumping, running, boating, Emma had been doing these things practically as soon as she came out of the womb.