I’d certainly be jealous of Squeaky. Her being an invincible runner would make her immensely popular in the whole school. Forget about the students, I'm sure, even the principal and the teachers would be her fans. Her huge fame is sure to cause me a great deal of uneasiness. It may even instill in me a sense of inferiority complex.
But I'm sure this sense of insecurity and inferiority would have a positive effect on me. It would prompt me to extract the best out of me.
Squeaky’s secret behind her success is her single-minded dedication to running. Even if she is with her mother or Raymond on a street, she is practicing running; and while strolling, she continues her breathing exercises. She has made running a part of her life, and this, in turn, has made her the “fastest thing on two feet.”
I may not admit to Squeaky that she has taught me a great lesson: if one devotes oneself completely to what one does, one is sure to make a mark in that activity.
Though envious of Squeaky, I’d secretly admire her and try to imitate her. Beating her in running may not be possible, perhaps; I’d figure out some other activity I'm naturally good at or I’d love to excel at. It may be singing, dancing, painting, acting, swimming or anything else. Whatever it would be, I’d immerse myself wholly in it.
And I'm sure, sooner or later the day would come when I’d too become a Squeaky in the activity of my interest. And then, perhaps, I’d no more be jealous of her, and would be able to admire her openly.