Dave Casler
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Young Adult Novels by Dave Casler...
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You're reading About Phillip. Be sure to check out About Dan here.
Phillip is a computer nerd who suddenly discovers a liking for track. Everything would be fine except for his father.
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(About Phillip Home) (Last) (Next)
The Arvada Invitational
"I think you’re right. You really are the smallest guy here."
Melanie surveyed the huge crowd of athletes. Like the Boulder County meet, the athletes swarming over the field at the Arvada Invitational formed a kaleidoscope of colors, shapes and sizes. In fact, almost all were at least a head taller than Phillip.
"Thanks for reminding me," retorted Phillip.
"Your eye looks better," said Melanie. "It was pretty ugly for a couple days. Must’ve really hurt." It was the first time she’d mentioned the accident.
Phillip felt his face. "It’s not so bad. I can’t let it stop me from running."
"Must’ve been some accident. I’m sorry it happened. What did you hit your eye on? The steering wheel?"
"No, uh, I guess it just happened. It’s hard to tell." He didn’t want to say more. "Gotta concentrate on running today."
"Is your mom ok?" She wasn’t giving up.
"Yeah, she’s fine. She’s got a bruise on her hip from the seat belt and one on her shoulder where it hit the door. She just fusses over Martin all day."
"So when do you run?" asked Melanie.
Phillip relaxed. "The meet starts in fifteen minutes. I run forty-five minutes after that. You’d better get a seat in the stands. Everyone’s trying to qualify for State today."
"I thought you already did that."
"Nope. The last chance was at the big Boulder meet and I ran a really bad race, remember? So I gotta do it today."
"Well, in case you run into Matthew, just remember to run your plan, ok?"
"Matthew. Ugh!" exclaimed Phillip.
"He’s not an athlete. You are. Run your plan."
"I’m not an athlete either. Richard was an athlete. I just run."
"Same difference. Run your plan!"
"Whatever. They’re clearing the field. You gotta go. Cross your fingers for me, ok?"
"Should I pray for you to win?"
Phillip looked at Melanie to see if she was mocking him. She looked serious.
"Ok, if you want to. I don’t see that Heavenly Father takes sides, though."
"Hi, guys!" Grant was carrying his camera.
"Only take pictures if I qualify, ok?" said Phillip.
"How will I know in advance if you qualify?" asked Grant.
Phillip grinned. "You can tell. Anyway, I gotta go."