Dew, Grass, and Peace

         Run, run, run! I thought. The other girls gained. I slowed surprising them, then I shot forward like a bullet. The sudden change in speed dazed them and I made it to the finnish line with time to spare.
         In Alaska you don't get around much, but summer races were the best. When they told me I was, well I'm getting ahead of myself.
         My name is Chelsea Brooklyn,