Dave Casler
PO Box 98
Ridgway, Colorado 81432
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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Qualifying for State
Phillip stumbled off the track after his cool-down lap. He was too spent to look at the scoreboard. He’d followed his plan, but a runner from Standley Lake beat him to the tape. He’d given his all.
"Phillip! Did you qualify?" yelled Melanie. She and Grant ran toward the huffing and puffing figure. They worked their way through the milling athletes.
Phillip squinted at the scoreboard. His face broke into a grin. He gave Melanie a double thumbs up.
Grant reached Phillip first. "I got pictures. Wanna put them on your website tonight?"
"Can’t tonight," puffed Phillip. His glasses were clouded. He shook them to dislodge great gobs of sweat. "Tomorrow night?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure. That’s right, we have Young Men’s tonight, don’t we?"
Phillip looked around. He wanted to savor every moment. The cobalt sky. The mountains in the afternoon sun. The endless grass. The noise. The crowds. Even the stink of his own sweat. He was going to Regionals.
Melanie worked her way through the crowd. "Phillip! How’d you do?"
"I qualified."
"I mean, how’d you place? I couldn’t tell from where I was. It looked close."
Phillip looked at her blankly. "I don’t know. I didn’t win. There’s two more heats to go. One’s running now. All I care is that I qualified for Regionals. I had to beat a certain time and I beat it by ten seconds."
"Oh," said Melanie, not understanding. "Uh, congratulations." She held out her hand.
Phillip wiped his sweaty palm on his dripping jersey and took her hand. "Thanks." He put his hands on his knees and stared at the grass; he breathed deeply.
"Uh, oh, Phillip. Here comes you know who," said Grant.