Karishma Alternate Ending

Four laps in, Karishma was definitely feeling the burn. She couldn't breathe; it felt like her lungs had been filled with lead. She slowed to an awkward walk-jog behind the shack, whenever she was out of the professor's line of sight, but even that wasn't enough to heal the stitch in her side. It wasn't that she was obese, because she wasn't, but she certainly had some pudge that made the whole task arduous. Her PE teacher had once told her that she would regret cutting so many corners in his class, and now his voice popped into her head to taunt her. Stupid Mr. Mayfield. She pushed harder even though she felt like she was going to throw up.

The roar of blood in Karishma's ears was so loud that she almost missed the sound of a girl hitting