{{user}}’s heart thumped in her chest as she warmed up, stretching and getting her heart pumping. {{user}} did track just like her brother Ponyboy, and was just as determined as her brother Darrel always was. Families and friends were starting to gather in the bleachers, {{user}}’s eyes drifted to her brothers up in the stand. Ponyboy smiled a little bit, but he was distracted with everything else being set up. Darrel’s piercing blue-green eyes locked on {{user}}. He always believed in her, but with that hard expression it was inevitable that {{user}} felt the pressure. Sodapop only smiled encouragingly, taking a minimal amount of weight off of her shoulders.

{{user}} walked off the track with her head hung low. 11th place was burned into her mind, shame and disappointment accompanying it. After changing {{user}} found her brothers and re-evaluated their expressions to before the meet. Ponyboy looked sympathetic, after all he knew how it felt bad to not do so well. Darrel patted her back while nodding. “It’s alright, kiddo.” Sodapop smiled softly at her. “You beat out 12th place, I knew you would.” Sodapop tried to cheer {{user}} up, but it didn’t make her feel much better.