“Seth!! Wait up! Stop running so fast!” Chris yelled at the boy as she ran behind him.
“We’re going to be late to class, Chris. Hurry up!!” he didn’t change his pace. Actually, looking back on it, how did he manage to run faster than Chris? Usually she was the one who would always beat him at anything remotely related to physical exercise or sports. He must have really wanted to be punctual...
“We’re only in 6th grade. Chillax!”
“I still don’t like to be tardy, Chris!” He kept running.
“Dang it. How are you so fast right now?” Chris muttered under her breath. “This totally doesn’t make sense.”
“What was that?” he asked the girl behind him.
“Nothing...” Chris excused herself. He was usually slow. That much, she thought he knew.
They eventually made it to class with a half a minute to spare. Seth was extremely out of breath by the time he sat down in his seat, but he was satisfied that they hadn’t technically been tardy just yet. His perfect attendance record was safe (for he made it a rule for himself to never skip school unless he was deathly ill).
