One afternoon, the sky was filled with white fluffy clouds and a sun that was beaming down at the track team as if it were supporting us. Kids jumping up and down, coaches screaming words of encouragement as the runners sprinted with grins on their faces. It was the last track meet and our team was on the verge of winning. Earlier in the day, I won third place in my race and ever since then I felt as if I was in the spotlight and nothing was able to get in my way.

I could not help but feel a rush of energy anytime a teammate sped across the finish line. My heart was racing and from all over the field you could feel the other teammates hearts beating out of their chests. The air was filled with electrifying currents that were used to increase the energy level of our team. All of a sudden, cheers erupted from the stands as the speaker announced that our team has won the track meet. I could not help but smile from ear to ear and jump as if I were dodging over lava. Tears of joy formed on our coaches' faces as everyone ran over to give a group hug. I thought to myself, “How could this day get any better?” Before I answered, my phone rang as if it were telling me congratulations by playing the upbeat music; however, the news I heard soon made the clouds in the sky turn a nasty color of gray.

I answered my phone only to hear a cry of pain bursting into my ear drum. I stood frozen, suddenly everyone around me was moving in slow motion. All I could focus on was my heart throbbing in my chest and the cries and gasps from my best friend on the phone. The weather suddenly became dark and windy and a flood of chills surrounded my body. The news I had received was forever going to be drilled into my head: my best friend was moving out of the state. Speechless, I dropped to my knees and hit the hard grass that felt like needles under me. My whole body went so numb that I had to look down to make sure it was still there. Tears raced down my face as a crowd of teammates dashed over with worried looks on their faces. Unable to speak a word, I felt as if the world was going to end.

At that moment, one of the coaches ran over to see what had happened. Feeling sick and empty to my stomach, I rose to my feet with much difficulty as if someone was pushing down on my shoulders. With my friend still crying in my ear, the weight of my phone increased as each second rolled by. Each step I took I felt as if a sharp knife was stabbed into me. Everything was a blur; I did not see my mom approach me wondering what was going on. Without a word, I handed her the phone which felt like a 100-pound brick that weighed my arm down. Her face went pale and shocked and when she looked at me, I had no signs of having the will to move; therefore, I had to be helped to the car and sent home.

Throughout the whole process, I could not stop thinking about how my best friend had sounded on the phone. Her cries of pain sounded like a dying animal that needed to be put out of its misery. I leaned my head on the car window because I no longer had the strength to hold it up. A few minutes later the sun had vanished and the clouds had started crying onto the field. A feeling of being alone soared over my body as I thought of how life would be without my best friend there with me every day. As the drive felt like hours to get home, I walked slowly inside still remaining speechless. For the rest of the night, I laid there thinking about how great the day had gone and how quickly things changed; this was a day I would never forget.