"Year 4 boys, please go to the start line please.’’ booms the loudspeaker. Ready, set, go! And were off!
I slowly but steadily make my way to the front of the line....Bang! I trip over someone's foot. I hesitate, stand up and keep on running. Seventh...sixth...I`m up to the top three! The glorious finish line stands 20 metres away.
The scorching sun burns on my back I finish my legs feel like going anti-clockwise.
By Andrew
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