Running Out of Air
Deeva sucked air and dug for the strength to hold her place in the middle of the pack. One more lap and it was over. For today, at least. Stay in the middle and you won’t get killed, she thought, risking a glance over her shoulder, where the stragglers tailed out—one pair running slowly with awkward gaits, two more barely jogging, and one last girl desperately swinging her arms in a pathetic attempt to make her walk look like a run.
“Move it, you lazy cows!” Ms. Pelham screamed, cutting across the track toward the laggers. “This