I’m running and running I want to stop but I know I shouldn't because I can see the finish line I try my best to pick up speed . . .
But, but I can’t. I just can not do it. I can hear Dad yelling “Go Alexis, Go!” Suddenly when I’m about 2 meters away I start picking up speed! I make it to the finish line in eleventh place “Yes!” It was better than last year. But then I start feeling tears dripping down my check. They taste salty? Anyway I can finally smell fresh air again. “Yay I made it!” it was so much fun.
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