Sneak Peek - Watch Me by Angela Fristoe
I went from class to class, and everything was
normal. Something that was easier to do with Bianca in some of my classes.
During gym class, we ran together around the track. Despite her shorter legs,
she managed to keep pace with me.
“You should have joined the track team,” I said,
my words coming out in even puffs as I kept my breathing regulated.
She snorted. “Track involves teams and I don’t do
teams. Unless of course it’s like Team Peeta.”
“You’re only Team Peeta because you know in really
life he wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
“And you’re only Team Gale because next to Peeta,
you’d be a giant.”
“Bitch,” I said, laughing. She was right. Josh
Hutcherson was hot, but way to short for me.
“I call it like I see it.”
Bianca took off at full speed and I sprinted to
catch up with her, over taking her for a few paces and then slowing as we finished
our last loop around the track. We walked around along the side of the track a
few yards then sank to the ground to stretch.
“I’m destined to live a life of short-leggedness,”
she groaned.
Destiny. I let the word roll through my mind. It
was a pretty word. Like fate. They sounded so sweet and hopeful. I wonder if
people would still feel the same about those words if, they knew what I knew.
Fate and destiny sucked. They were the future. There was no choice.
“Do you believe in fate?” I asked, looking over at
Bianca.
She paused with her hands wrapped around the tips
of her toes. “Is this a trick question?”
“No. Wait, what do you mean trick?”
“Come on, Chloe. I’m not Nada,” she said, using
her nickname for Nadine, who would probably be a bit miffed if she knew that it
wasn’t the Mandarin word for girl, but instead Bianca’s subtle joke that Nadine
had nothing in her brain.
