18 June 2012
I panted. Hand on my heart, I consumed a small quantity of fresh water. Clearing my throat, I stood in my lane and took my position. This was it. I had to prove to the school that I should do the sprint. Quietly, the other competitors took their first positions in separate lanes. Breathing heavily, I stared at my mum who was staring back and smiling, whispering her thoughts and sayings. Blinking, I turned my head around to face the finish line. The referee was ready and the eager audience were. 'On your marks,' butterfly's grew in my stomach, 'Get set', come on Joey, you can do this, 'GO!' Using all my strength I pushed off with my hands and ran as fast as a horse. Sticky sweat was dribbling down my forehead and reaching my mouth. It was a disgusting taste. I was in second place. We were seconds away from the finish line. The first competitor stretched his arm out, knocked me in the face consequently I fell dramatically to the track.
Sprint For It! • Opuss № I