“You did it”
Just buggin’ by Jonathan Lackey. Honorable mention. by Laura Hagedorn The tingling sensation ran up and down my arms, claiming control of my body. My legs were dead weights, moving out of sheer momentum now, destined to stop in a matter of seconds. My knees were as wobbly as those of a baby taking her first few steps without her mother’s hand. No matter what I did, I could not seem to regain control of my body. It had a mind of its own and it had already succumbed to exhaustion. Mind detached from body. Maybe I was dreaming? Despite every twist and turn of the trail, that magnificent lake remained in view. The rippling water looked like countless brushstrokes painted by an artist who had struggled for years to find the perfect blend of blues. And the trees. Rich greens that seemed to block out the sun and the rest of the world. . . . But this could not be a dream; dreams weren’t this painful. “I can’t do this. I can’t keep going,” I thought as I tried to focus on Savannah’s feet in front of me. But as energy drained from my body, panic filled its place. “I can’t do this.” This time, I said it out loud, as the edges of my vision began to blur. My voice was still fairly…
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