I'm not even sorry

WARNING: NOT YJ RELATED WHATSOEVER
I WROTE IT FOR MY CREATIVE WRITING COURSE
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Every day she ran.

When she ran, her heart would beat faster and faster. Sweat poured down her body as she came to a stop, catching her breath. Her hands on her knees, back a bit hunched, her breathing labored. The concrete beneath her collected the drips that fell off of her and made a satisfying splatter, the street now becoming somewhat of a work of art. Standing back up, arching her back slightly as a small stretch, she began her run back home, holding one hand over her heart.

Running had always been her escape....

Name: Jaime (Adams) Norrian
Alias: Valac
Powers: Flight, (wings) Telepathic, and.....JACK FROST POWERS :P Sword fighting, acrobatics, hacking…..ya know, the usual.
Past: Jaime, so far….hasn’t been captured by the school when he was born. Why? Because he was born with wings. At the age of 7, Jaime was captured and they took his wings. He despises the school and tries to burn it down every chance he gets. While, trying to burn it down, Jaime was knocked unconscious and regained his wings. Then, at the age of 16, Jaime was out ice skating with Ciel the ice cracked beneath his feet and he plunged...

Hinata pulled off his baseball cap off, running his fingers though his short hair and put his cap back on, keeping the heat off him, as sweat dripped off his face. His team was up by one, last inning two outs, runners on second and third.
"You okay son?" The Coach yelled from the dugout,
"Uh?" Hinata looked over at his coach while the other team was in timeout. "Yeah, i'm just a little off sorts today." Hinata blinked and pressed to fingers against his wrist, counting his pulse Great, it's off beat. he blinked the blurriness away and got back into position, Hinata refocused as a pop up was hit....