Eannette Levy: A Short Story

eannette Levy was a wholesome country girl who had never been past the border of her small town since the day she moved there. Back when she was in high school, she was the track and cross country champion. She ran so fast that there was a trail of flames in her wake. Every house in her tiny town had to be at least a mile apart, but the town itself without the houses was extremely small. Anytime anyone had errands to run, they would always call Jeannette. She was a sweet girl that the entire town had loved from the moment she and her mother moved there when she was six years old. The serene town never had many visitors, so it came as a surprise to everyone when the day after Jeannette’s twenty second birthday a bright, shiny, and obviously

“I wouldn 't be so sure about that if I were you,” she said. Somehow by her shift Friday morning the whole community knew about her race with Chris. The people were making bets on who would win and David Celeste’s brother was even selling T-shirts. By noon she was getting a little sick of everyone wishing her good luck o. The big race. That is when he came in, even though her back was to the door she heard the bell and the the hush that fell over the diner in anticipation as to what would happen between the two of them. He walked up to the counter and sat on a stool oblivious to the fact that everyone had their eyes on him. Jeannette finished taking the order of the couple she was serving and went behind the counter to put it on the order wheel taking her sweet old time. As she was walking towards Chris she could practically feel the stares of everyone in the place. “Stupid, tiny town,” she grumbled under her breath. “So what would you like today?” she asked in her cheery waitress voice. “Well I wanted some pie, but the menu only says “pie”no flavors or anything. “Oh, that 's because our cook bakes them fresh everyday and the flavors are based on what she feels like making.” “Well, what is there today,” he asked staring into

The next day at exactly eleven o 'clock the towns entire population was lined up along the sides of the main road that stretched from the border on one side of the town to the other. Mayor Micha was at the finish line to determine who the winner would be and was also the only person besides Jeannette and Chris themselves not wearing one of David 's stupid shirts with their faces on them. As Jeannette was stretching Chris pulled up to the starting line, so she rose to her feet and took her place. “On your mark!” called the announcer, “ Get set! Go!” And they were off. Before anyone could blink they were halfway through town and Chris was in the lead by a few yards, he had to be going four hundred fifty miles an hour. He stayed barley ahead of her until the finish line came into sight, Jeannette zipped past with of burst of speed that she didn 't know she had in her and crossed the finish line just before Chris. She could not believe it she had won! She was sweaty and tired, but she had beaten Chris. As everyone was applauding her Chris stepped out of his car to come congratulate her. “This is it,” she thought remembering Celestine’s words. “You were amazing,” Chris said, “ I have never before in my life seen anyone or anything go that fast.” She looked down at the grass blushing at the