HARPER
Jacob’s arms immediately steadied me and planted me back on my feet, then he pointed a warning glare at me.
“You're running for these scouts, and you're doing it now.”
The strength in his voice was enough to replenish mine that had wavered and he grabbed my wrist and pulled us both to the stage where the coach and top three racers were. The bustle in the small crowd died down as we mounted the stage.
Jacob nudged me towards the coach who looked beyond surprised to see me and I went to him.
“I’m sorry I’m late Mr. Jenkins,” I showed him the scratches on my arm that I’d gotten from my struggle and I noticed Nuella stiffen beside us, “but I had a horrible accident during community service so I couldn't make it here on time.”
Mr. Jenkins’ expression dwindled between disappointment
