Walt:write a narrative.
I can hear the stretchy red floor laughing at me in my mind saying “please lose please lose” while I’m concentrating. I can hear the crowd cheering for the other competitors but not me.
Running as fast as I could wasn’t good enough because as I was running, the red floor just kept on getting longer and longer. I reached to the end of the red floor and I jumped. It was only 6.22 meters away from the other end. It was good enough for me because I was hoping for a 7ish. As the days went past, I kept trying and trying. Four years later was the Olympics.
I wanted to compete in it and show those people what I can do. I made it through the finals in shot putt and discuss but not the other obstacles. I came back to main enemy which was long jump. I saw that the red floor was short which was fine. I ran non stop. The crowd was silent for a moment. I jumped. !!BOOM!!, the crowd goes wild. My tears falling down on my shirt.
The day went past still thinking about the time when I came second.
The theme of this story is to face your fear.
1 comments:
Hey Langa, its cool how you came second but I don't know why you cried? Second place is a good place so the ending was a little messed up. I came second in inter school for long jump and I was proud.
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