<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iN6N3iL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Field, track, bleachers<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem's just finished with a morning run. Not connected to other scenes, but nearly simultaneous.<br/><hr/><br/>Nearly every morning had been the same for years.The alarm, the morning routine, dressing, the shower, the interesting parts for others, those were hardly memorable for her. Salem treasured the run before her second shower, though. It was the most important part of her day, it came before breakfast, before classes, before anything else, the daily sprint. She always pushed herself hard, Salem tried to run at a high speed the whole time. Twenty five minutes wasn't much time for a good workout, so it was more like a jump start to the day.<br/><br/>She had managed nine laps this morning, nearly three miles. Satisfied with herself, and out of time, she slowed from a full run down to a leisurely walk as she came around the 4th corner of the track. Salem preferred to run without music, she liked to listen to the woods around her, the world in the pastures beyond the trees and walls of the mansion. It had been that way well before she was forbidden from leaving. Her skin was hot and blushed from her cheeks down to her calves. Salem was dressed in tiny track shorts, a tied up t-shirt and a few scrunchies. She never wore makeup or tried to look presentable out on the track. But her knee high socks and her exposed legs spoke for themselves in ways  that Salem didn't completely understand.<br/><br/>This was a school for teenagers after all, and it was rare for anyone to see her while she was in this excitable condition. Her blood was firing, her breathe was ragged and desperate. Salem's fingers were laced together behind her head, holding her arms up and reaching for that deep breath that would level her out. Her feet carried her over to the bleachers. She was burning hot now, but she would be cold shortly, as wet as she was with sweat. There was a towel, with a water bottle and a book bag in a pile waiting for her. Drying herself off, and looking down at a notebook she had pulled from the bag, Salem planned her day, and envisioned herself doing well in her classes. She was an overachiever, a typical teacher's pet with a point to prove everyday. In a moment of relief she pulled her ruby quartz glasses off of her nose, holding them down at her side. She took a settled breath finally, slowing her heart rate after a few sips of water. She rubbed at her eyes, keeping them closed, she removed a strand of hair from her face and she looked up. Salem found the eastern sky as if she could feel the sunrise coming. She stared at the horizon without opening her eyes and soaked in the morning air.<br/><br/>