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Elena's POV:
  Kassidy and I walked under the grand archway to our college.  As we walked down the brick path, I thought of all we've been through.  We've been through a lot.  Behind us, Lucas followed with his camera.  Our mural was well underway.
  We all gathered around the blank slate.  It seemed like we haven't even started yet.  Pictures were scattered across the sheet of paper.  Kassidy sat up, presenting her rough sketch of her and I walking under the arch.  It was delicately placed in the middle of the foreground on the paper.  Next, Lucas started to draw picture frames, like a scrapbook fell across our paper.
  Lucas brushed his hands together and then I went to work.  I carefully sketched out small memories within the frames.  Together the mural told the story, not of just one person, but many.  Through all the hard work, dedication, and sacrifice, there was light at the end of the tunnel.  Every heartbreak, makeup, neglect and reunion was all worth it, for the one goal you've strived for your whole life.  Kassidy and I walkimg through the archway represents that you are possible, and that whatever profession you choose, you are never alone.
  I sat up and the rough was done.  It was the first step, like our freshman year.  We still had three more years of our art to showcase.  That's when I realized that's why I did art.  It showed passion, dedication, friendship, everything that you stood for, and then everything else.  It was a sense of peace, finding yourself.  Like life, art takes a long time to develop into something beautiful, but it was all worth it.  In the end, you find yourself and what makes you valuable and worthy to be here.  Not that no one doesn't deserve to be here.  It just gives you the opportunity to see your purpose before your eyes.  And it was a beautiful thing to see.  After the long hours and restless nights, it all pays off.
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Logan's POV:
  I sat on the bench, securing my prosthetic running leg on.  My newest track buddy Owen joined me after lacing his spikes up.  The sprinting coach joined us as well when we walked up to the starting line.
  After warming up, I started to stretch out.  Then I got down into the blocks.  This would be my first year being an ak amputee.  I took a deep breah, I need to focus to prepare for the season.  I lined up my foot, putting my prosthetic foot in the farthest block back.  I got comfortable in the block kneeling on the track.  I lined up my hands so that they were even with the line.  I stood in the blocks, then coach blew the whistle.
  I burst through the blocks.  I counted my strides, slowly developing into my running form.  I pumped my arms harder, faster.  I pushed my legs to go harder, faster.  All to get better, to prove I'm the best out there.  I swung around the bend, heading into the backstretch.
  I imagined the crowd roaring, my competitors falling behind.  My legs are longer and stronger.  Faster and better.  The announcers were ecstatic.  My coach is hollering not to give up.  I'm passing up everyone.
  I hit the last stretch.  Someone comes from behind.  We were dead even, and I'm running out of energy.  Then I felt something deep down, pushing me faster.  My rival gets the same push and we drive even faster for the finish.  I'm just faster.  The crowd is deafening as I cross the finish.  My friends cheer the loudest.  I slow, then head back to my clocker, only to see coach standing there.  I wasn't at the Olympics or Paralympics, I was at my college.  On a worn track and empty bleachers.  I was dressed in a long tee and shorts.  I regret not being ale to wear long pants, but a pant leg flapping in the wind would drive me insane.
  I took a deep breath and I realized at that moment why I run.  It airs out your soul and makes you feel free.  There's always room to imporve, rivals to defeat, and victories to be claimed.  I could be myself on the track and no one cared.  At the end of the day, it was all for you.  To prove yourself to you, not to others.  And I already I knew I was good enough for me.  I would just push harder, it was a way to find myself.  A chance to see who I really was and what I was really made of.
  Coach snapped his fingers in front of me an I focused on him.  He looked at me in disbelief, "Did you hear anything I said?!"
"Uh, no."  I couldn't hide it.  In fact, I was still focused on my dreams.  Until coach spoke again, "Are you daydreaming about the Olympics or something?  Because you were sure running like you were.  You spent a lot and I told you to do a slower sprint!"
"Yeah.  I was."  I finally focused to see coach's face fuming.  He turned away from me to focus on Owen and he spoke, "If you want to get there someday, you have to listen to your coach.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have to help someone who doesn't have hopes higher than his abilites."
  And in that moment, my dreams shattered into a million pieces.