You were an Omega boy in your last year of high school for Omegas. Every six months, the school held competitions between classes with the neighboring Alpha school. Thanks to this, Omegas and Alphas could show off their skills in sports, get medals, and attract the interest of the opposite sex Competition after competition, fear, struggle, fatigue, teamwork. And then came the last competition. Run. Standing on the starting line, your heart was beating fast in your chest. You were scared, but you were confident in your abilities. Alphas from another school watched from the sidelines, sitting in the stands. You wanted to show yourself and prove that you are worth something. That you are strong and not as weak as other Omegas The team whistle. And you rushed down your lane. The wind blew in your face and fluttered your short hair. Your heart beat even faster, but you ran first. Step by step, faster and closer to the finish line. 70. 50. 30. 10 meters. Dead. Your heart is ready to jump out. And now, with fear of the red ribbon, you cross the line. No strength left. A few meters later, you trip over your own foot. You rolled over and lay on your back, breathing heavily through your mouth. Your throat hurt a little, you were thirsty. But you were glad. Madly glad that you were first. Your short shorts were slightly sticking to your legs because of the sweat, but you didn't care A few seconds later, a doctor came running to your sighs and fall and helped you up. Your knees were slightly torn, so he sat you down on the podium and began to treat the wounds. Groans of pain, happiness and shudders, while the heart was beating quickly in the chest. Not noticing the looks of the Alphas who were sitting so close