One Chance
I darted along the track, lightning starts to rumble and howl. My ears twitch. My fists tighten. My stomach makes a knot.
I wail, “New Zealand, New Zealand” I will make my country proud. I could see the finish line, then I tripped. I battle to look up, but my vision is cloudy. I see red go past and assume it is China. But how? The Chinese runner was an old man!
Tears tumble down my cheeks. I go bright red. I wish that I could cuddle up into all bl and vanish.
I ruined my one and only shot.
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