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i don't know if any of you do this too but i love having secret briskwalk competitions with people. most of the time, they're strangers and i usually target those who have long legs or are generally just walking fast for no apparent reason. this habit probably sprung from the fact that i'm short, meaning short legs, and i get all competitive when someone suddenly walks past me and flaunts their long legs. 

so earlier in the afternoon while i was going home from school, i thought i was alone and started to doze off while i was walking. all of a sudden, this guy from a diff school just strides past me like a freaking racecar. i literally felt a whoosh from the wind impact. i was left staring at his back for a minute and then i'm like "bro. i'm coming for you." soooo... i summoned up my inner warrior goddess and hurtled my way forward until i reached a metre away and jumped into an fast walk but made it look like as if i was breezily walking past with no effort at all by keeping a straight face. 

i overtake him for a few seconds and cheer inwardly. but i'm smart so i continue my fast stride. (i was reaaally fast. i know because i was getting breathless. could be the humidity tho) yet seconds later, the guy passes me again. he is expressionless. calm. meanwhile, i'm seething. because, dude, you're only faster cuz you're twice my height. 

so i quicken my pace and overtakes him again! even better, when i did just that, he smiles a bit as if he knows the game i'm secretly playing with him. which was cool because he was not bad-looking. but i wasn't distracted! i knew that the most important thing was to overtake him and laugh at his shame of being defeated by a shortie! so i used up my last bit of energy and just walked until my legs were a blur and i could feel the wind in my face. the guy was still behind me and i was determined to hold on to my place. i felt like i was in the olympics. i was going to win! the finishing line was only a short distance away! i'm going to beat the cute stranger i just met! hooray! 

then i hear a loud crack that is so painfully recognizable to me. i stop and lift up my right foot. there it was. a gooey mess of a crushed snail sticking to my shoe and the ground. 

the guy slows down beside me, looks at me with a sorry shrug, and walks on. leaving me at the crime scene. past the tree i marked as the finishing line...

 

r.i.p mister snail.

TIFU up by having a briskwalk competition with a stranger and accidentally ending a life.