Write a Book in a Day 2017

He ran and ran and ran until the voices became echoes in his ear. He ran and ran until the space station became a distant speck on the horizon. He ran and never looked back. Raising dust behind him, he sped past the training fields and the spaceship parking lot. He didn’t know where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was that he was done. He was done with this stupid training at this stupid space station in the middle of nowhere. He was done with the cheating cadets and the gruelling training and his uncaring teacher. He was at the bottom of his class and he was going to be inevitably booted off back to Earth, he may as well run away now. His legs began to seize up. A fine layer of dust coated his helmet and his vision began to blur. Each breath became more laboured. His lungs began to sting. His pace began to slow. Each movement was taking more and more effort. He began to gulp down air. Each second seemed to stretch out. He tripped over a jagged piece of rock. He staggered. He fell.

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