Tuesday, 10 March 2015



Tension fills the air a cold chill sprints down my spin, eyes locked on the finish line, emptying my mind the one thing in my mind was to win, waiting for centuries the look of it is impossible, one group of boys bolt off Jorjas dad says next, on your marks get,set, go bang.

I shoot of like a bullet other schools cheer as my eardrums are blown, I’m finally halfway, other kids try to take my glory, Braith is ahead I try to catch up but it doesn’t happen I receive a big 2nd place.

Strolling back to my lane hoping no one took my glory suddenly a dark blue stick gets gripped into my warm soft hand as I wander back to the area bang another race is off.

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