Track meet on a hot afternoon... [sole/open]

I rolled my eyes and smirked. Just like these Panemites to do something as unprofessional as forget the ammunition for the starting pistol. I glanced up and down the track, the runners looked irritated, as did many of the onlookers, good, I understood the sentiment, I could feel it myself, but I wasn't sure why, I wasn't all that interested, this was just something to kill time, but that didin;t stop my irritation...

I glanced at the runners at the starting positions again, one of them was the one who had bumped into me before, another runner, one who had been with that same boy before...I shrug and ignore him and wait for the race to start...