From Disgrace to State Champion

For years, my life revolved around the track, every stride a step closer to a college scholarship, my only ticket out.

My younger sister, Molly, barely trained but somehow always beat me by a hair, basking in our parents' proud glances.

I pushed harder than anyone, bleeding on the track, only for her to effortlessly pull ahead, usually with a smug, "Didn't want to hurt your feelings."

But at the Regional Qualifiers, with college scouts watching, she took it too far.

Mid-race, she faked a stumble and pointed straight at me, yelling I had shoved her.