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Chapter Fifty-Eight // {third person pov}

› {grade 8 track & field sports carnival}

"Jordan, you're goin' to smash!" Jordan's friend, Kaleb exclaimed as they walked over to the long jump event. It was her favourite. Jordan held every year's record, she had a natural talent for it and she actually enjoyed it. Jordan walked over to the teacher in charge and he signed her name off. They all knew her.

"Make yourself useful and hold my shit," Jordan threw her bag onto him, he caught it much to Jordan's surprise. He scoffed.

"I would rather be your personal cheerleader. I'm better than all these skanks at this school," Kaleb raised his hand to his now light blue hair and pushed it out of his face. 

"I'm sure you are," Jordan replied sarcastically, grinning. She left him and walked over to the run way. Their school has a synthetic 400m track and jump pits. It made life a lot more easier for her. She squatted down to read the tape so she could measure her run up out. 24.30m. She placed down her silver marker. Most girls went from wherever. Some even jogged up to the pit, they didn't care. Jordan did. This was her passion. It was something she could focus on without worrying about Hudson and her Mom.

"Tahlia Marshall, you're first. Followed up by Jordan Taylor. Stay in your order, girls," Mr Robberts yelled out to us from the sand pit. Jordan nodded to herself and stood on the runway behind the girl going first. They had a board that lit up with the jumper's result. Jordan was determined to get another school record. It had to be good though. She only expected perfection.

The girl in front, Tahlia, started running towards the pit and she jumped. She was one of the better girls at the school. She jumped 4.40m on average from what Jordan remember from speaking to her. She was nice. The board lit up.

'4.62'

Jordan raised her eyebrows in surprise. That was a pretty good jump for her.

"Jordan Taylor, followed up by Jamie Miles!" Mr Robberts yelled out, raising the white flag signally her to jump. Jordan rocked back on her foot and then sprinted towards the mat. She planted her right foot on the mat and drove herself up. Time felt like it stopped midair. She liked the feeling. She landed on her bum like the Olympians did. Going by her judgement of the distance, it was an alright jump. She felt a little slow which was not unusual for her first jump. The board lit up again.

'5.07'

Jordan frowned. That was shit in her books. She jogged over to Kaleb who was now joined by Hudson, her brother.

He grinned at her, "nice jump!"

"Seriously, Hudson? Even you know better," Jordan put her hand on her hip. Hudson shrugged.

"I can only jump 4.30, you're clearly the gifted one!" Hudson pointed out, rolling his eyes.

"I train, you don't because you're lazy," Jordan poked her tongue out at him.

"These bitches are lucky to jump 4.30, buddy. I can't even jump a meter!" Kaleb exclaimed, throwing his arms up -- and Jordan's bag. Jordan glared at him. He just smiled and picked it back up.

Jordan felt eyes glaring at her. A blush rose to her cheeks, tinting them a light pink.

"Those hoes are lookin' you up and down, Jordan," Kaleb glared at them. They were standing on the other side of the runway. I turned around to face them. All six of them glanced at away at things like the grass or a tree. I rolled my eyes and turn back around to my brother and best friend.