The participants were faster than Angela expected. Alex moved like wildfire, so quick that he handed the stick to Stales two full minutes before anyone else. It wasn't that the others were slow—Alex was just on another level. Angela had never seen him fail at anything he tried.
He was always the best, as if he were born for this. She wondered if it was sheer practice or some hidden gift no one knew about. She watched him cheer Stales on, urging him to push harder. The other participants tried to catch up, but her teammate wouldn't let them.
Stales ran with everything he had, racing toward Xavier. Angela was surprised at his speed. She hadn't realized Xavier was so good too. No wonder Stales had insisted he be on their side.
Xavier was fast, leaving a wide gap for the others to cover. But then, when he reached where Angela stood, he stopped. He just stared at her, shock written across his face. Angela's heart skipped a beat. What was he doing? Why had he stopped?
