Ghost (Track Book 1) by Jason Reynolds

Author:Jason Reynolds [Reynolds, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Atheneum/Caitlyn Dlouhy Books
Published: 2016-08-29T16:00:00+00:00

6

WORLD RECORD FOR THE LONGEST RUN AFTER THE MOST RUNAWAYS IN A SINGLE DAY

I RAN NONSTOP to my next stop, which was the track. But not only because I was buggin’ about being trapped in a stockroom—that stockroom—and trust me, I was buggin’, but also because that creepy clock reminded me that I was also late for practice. I ran through the streets until I finally made it to the park, where everyone was already warming up.

“So nice of you to finally join us, Mr. Cranshaw,” Coach said as I threw my bag down. I wanted to tell him that I’d basically been trapped in a teleportation thingy that zapped me back to the scariest moment of my life, but I didn’t because I knew no one would believe me. So I just sat down on the bench, kicked my half shoes off—thankfully, everybody else was focused on stretching, and not on my feet—and rolled my pant legs up.

“Sorry, sorry,” I said, unzipping my bag, but Coach had already turned his attention back to the other runners. I looked to my left and right, then over my shoulder, then quickly scanned the other side of the track to make sure there were no extra guests dressed in undersized navy-blue uniforms with badges and handcuffs checking out practice. Once I knew the place was clear of cops, I pulled the silver shoes out and slipped them on my feet, lacing them up tight. Then I threw the beat-up sneakers in the bag and hit the track.

“So today is Thursday,” Coach said as I sat down to join in on the much . . . much-needed stretching. After spending the day with fire in my legs, stretching made so much more sense now. It took maybe two seconds for Patty to notice my shoes. She smiled and slapped Sunny on the arm to get his attention. Then he saw them and gave me a thumbs-up. So corny. I looked over at Lu. He was staring at them and fixed his mouth in the way people do when they’re thinking, Not bad. And that was good enough for me.

Coach continued, “And Mikey, tell ’em . . . uh . . .” Now Coach caught a glimpse of the diamonds on my feet and got stuck. He looked both surprised and confused. It was the same expression he had when I told him to call me Ghost. “Um . . .” He caught himself and continued, “Mikey, tell the newbies what we do on Thursdays.”

Mikey said in his usual grunty way, “Long run.”

“That’s right. Long run,” Coach said. “This is about conditioning. Not speed. And everybody has to do it.”

Let me tell you, when he said, “Long run,” there were a few things I hadn’t thought about. The first was that I hadn’t had lunch because of the whole running-out-of-school thing, and I was starving and wouldn’t be able to eat until after practice. And the second was just how much I needed food to give me energy, because what Coach meant by long run was run a million miles.

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