Chapter 11: Race
The whistle blew, and the race began with Tyson surging ahead But just as he was starting to feel the wind in his hair, a voice rang out behind him.
"Don't get too comfortable," Alex called, gliding past him.
Tyson's eyes widened in disbelief as Alex's strides carried him forward. Was Alex... not even trying? "You've got to be kidding me," Tyson muttered under his breath, trying to catch up.
But then Alex—who had barely broken a sweat—turned his head and winked at him. "This is what happens when you skip leg day," Alex teased.
Tyson pushed harder, determined not to let his brother show him up in front of the entire class, but it was clear that Alex wasn't even in full gear. He'd let Tyson take the lead for a moment, only to breeze past him with what seemed like zero effort again.
And on the other hand when the whistle blew and the race began, Mark and Danny, the two other racers, tried their best to keep up.
Mark, who had always been the fastest in his gym class, felt like his confidence was slipping away the moment the race started.
Tyson's explosive speed left him in the dust, and Alex... Alex was barely even trying. He jogged effortlessly, his body gliding through the air like it was second nature.
Mark glanced to his side, only to see Danny already struggling behind.
"Wait... I thought I was fast," Mark muttered, his legs burning as he tried to push forward. But all he could focus on was how Alex and Tyson had already pulled ahead.
Danny, running beside Mark, had the same realization. "Are we... even supposed to be here?"