User:Softkitty201

Too Slow Lizzy was sick of this coach. Always saying she was too slow was not a good idea. Little did the coach know what he was getting in to. He had made the biggest mistake of his life. **********************	Lizzy was actually the fastest runner in her P.E. class. Most kids finished the mile at somewhere around 10 minutes. She had just finished her diary entry when her mom came upstairs. "Lizzy, are you okay?" "Just mad, Mom. I'll get over it." "Oh, well, ok. Do you need anything?" "I was about to come downstairs for a drink." "Okay, dinner's almost ready though. You should stay downstairs." Lizzy's mom informed her. Lizzy just shrugged. That was her way of saying ok. After her mom left, Lizzy hid her diary in the closet. She always put it into her least faorite coat. Slowly, she left her room and walked down to the kitchen. ***********************	"C,MON LIZZY! YOU'RE TOO SLOW!" the coach screamed. Lizzy was sprinting the track now, positive that she was going to die. An angry coach didn't help. Lizzy bit her lip and kept going. She only needed to finish this lap, then she was done with the mile. Only a few more steps to go! " 6 MINUTES! PICK UP YOUR PACE!" the coach yelled. He was starting to get on Lizzy's nerves a bit. She ran a whole minute faster than before, yet he still were screaming. Lizzy just went to sit on the bleachers and watch the other kids finish their mile. About 7 minutes later, the final kid crossed the line. Coach was silent. Why was he silent when it came down to the others? After getting dressed, Lizzy ran to her next class. The last thing she needed was the coach to catch her. She ran down the hall before anyone could stop her. Science was the life-saving subject she needed to get to. Their laid-back teacher was always letting the kids that came from gym go get water. When you are first, you get the cold water out of the fountain. She went into the class and set her books down at her desk. The teacher nodded out the door to the fountain. Lizzy smiled, eager to re-hydrate. As she gulped down the water, the boy behind her lost his temper. "Move it! You're too slow!" he growled. Lizzy cringed. Now the kids were calling her slow! She stepped aside, letting the rude boy get his drink. The bell rang. She scurried to class, refusing to be slow. "You were quite slow at the fountain Lizzy. Did something happen?" her teacher asked. Lizzy cringed again. She wasn't slow! "N- no sir..." she said quietly. She was about to scream at the teacher, but stopped herself before she could. She didn't need to be sent to the principal today. *************************	Over the next few weeks, the coach worked everyone to the max. He always said, "Good try!" or "Almost there!" to other kids. Lizzy got the same treatment she always got. TOO SLOW! She was sick of it. She was determined to go faster. She would do anything. Lizzy sat in her room that night. She was waiting for something. Anything. She had prayed to every single god she had heard of. Nothing happened. Lizzy just wanted to go a little faster. She looked toward her nightstand. A box of pegs sat there. She knew what she needed to do. She knew who to pray to. *************************	The next day of school, Lizzy walked up the hall. At least, it was a walk to her. To others, she was at a jogging pace. Lizzy was wearing a black hoodie with her blue jeans. Her undershirt was red. She had a smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. She couldn't wait for P.E. Finally, the bell rang. Lizzy jumped out of her seat and ran to the gym. No one could call her slow today! She got dressed as quickly as she could and ran into the gym. The door said to run 10 laps. Perfect. She walked into the coach on her way through. He grunted. The coach was about to scream at Lizzy when she looked at him in the strangest way possible. A smile crossed her lips as though she was insane. The coach shivered at the sight. Lizzy started running. She was done in 2 minutes. She turned to the coach, only to see him reading a sports magazine. She was raging by then! She was running top speed, yet all the coach did was ignore her! IGNORE HER! *************************	Lizzy ran to her room. She sat at the edge of her bed and stared at the formation she had made in her wall. Now what? I already made the deal. She knew the deal was a sin. Now she had to pay up. Suddenly, thoughts flooded her mind. All she could think to do was kill. All happy memories had something bad about them. All sad memories became pleasurable. Lizzy slowly lost her sanity because of one deal. She walked downstairs and grabbed the nearest knife from the kitchen. It was a simple steak knife. Perfect. *************************	The coach looked up at the clock. It was almost midnight. He thought he would wait a little longer. One minute to midnight. The clock made the first chime. DING The room seemed to become colder. There was a slight, eerie feeling in the atmosphere. It was almost as if someone was watching him. DING Then, the coach saw her. A girl was outside his window. All she did was stare at him, as if she was waiting for something. He blinked a few times, then she was gone. DING The coach heard his doorknob turning. Slight laughter could be heard outside his door. He started to sweat. He slowly went to his room. He thought he was imagining things. He thought sleep would make her go away. DING One more chime to go. He ran upstairs. All the coach wanted to do was get to his room. He ran in and slammed the door, locking it behind him. He got ready for bed, the uneasy feeling growing. He felt like if he didn't get into bed in time, something bad would happen. He sprinted across the room to his bed. Mid-jump, the thing he feared most sounded through the house. DDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG! The coach fell onto his bed with a thud. He glanced around his room. Something was there and he knew it. Slowly, he curled up under the blankets. Fear coursed through his veins. "Hee hee!" The coach gasped. He ripped the blanket off of his head. He was met with the sight of his least favorite student. She looked as if she had gone insane. A smile was spread across her face. One of her eyes twitched. Her black hair glistened under her black hood. She simply said 4 words. "You were too slow..." The child thrust the hidden knife into the man's heart. He died right there, blood spilling onto the girl's hands. She licked the blood off, satisfied with her work. As quickly as she had arrived, she had gone. She only hid under the cover of midnight. She had finished her first job, and she had a feeling there would be more. *************************	The police crowded the room with Lizzy's mom. They stared in horror at the symbol on her wall. My emblem was implanted with pegs. A pentagram. Now, because of Lizzy's determination to be fast, I held her sanity. Haha, she'll come down here for sure. I hope you don't meet her!