X-Country

The time had come. It was time for me to compete with my rivals. We lined up in two lines. The others gave me a sharp glance and a smile and drained the courage out of me. The whistle cried like a baby who didn’t get milk, and I ran off. Our group of boys were a swarm of bees zooming through the field. Blobs of mud darted through the air like bullets. It was like the foreground of a war. I wished I was in my soft comfortable bed but it had begun, Cross Country!

I kept my pace slow just in case I had to make an emergency sprint at the finish line. But the not-so-smart people were sprinting like a mad pack of wolves chasing a sheep across the field.

I guaranteed that they wouldn’t be able to keep that pace for long.

Puff! Puff! My breath was running out. I had to get to the finish line fast before someone caught up to me. Then an unpleasant shadow appeared out of nowhere and was a metre behind me. Without hesitating, I ran off at my fastest. I was a raging bull, running at the speed of light. I heard my year three fans cheering for me s if I was a star.

I entered the cone area and dashed to the finish line as fast as a cheetah chasing its scrumptious prey. and the prey was right in front of me! Yes I had crossed the finish line (13th place). At that moment I felt like Sir Edmund Hillary who had just reached the top, the very top of Everest.

I didn’t get into the team but my two friends Simon and Jaeha got in. But I think the best one out of the two was me, the champion of the day (maybe not).