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Cross Country
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By Rachel Cohen

This was it, the moment I had dreaded for two weeks.
As I took my place on the starting line my heart was beating like a hammer.
There was a swarm of energetic butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
“Take your marks” Our sports teacher screamed in his deep growly voice
“Get Set” I felt as if I was going faint.
“GO” He yelled at the top of his voice.
All the children pounded and sprinted along the track. I found myself striding trying to catch up with them.
I had an excruciating pain in my chest.
“A stitch already” I thought
I looked around me – everything was blurred, I could hear parents cheering children on.
Cross Country. The worst day ever. I had trained but clearly not enough.
I felt sweat on my boiling forehead. All I wanted to do was stop, but I couldn’t. It felt like sharp daggers spiking into my chest. It was agonizing.
“I can’t stop now!”
I was already close to the back.
It was a freezing day and I could feel my eyes prickling.
Why I thought could I have not been sick today? We had been training for two weeks.
Some of the people at the front had started to slow own. The pain in my stomach was unbearable.
Just when I thought I was going to die a girl in front of me stumbled and fell. I wondered whether I should stop to help her or carry on.
I didn’t know her. She looked younger than me-probably a year below me. She was skinny and fragile and looked like if you touched her she would snap.
Her long black shiny hair was sprawled across the ground. Her legs were trickling with scarlet blood.
Our teacher came and helped her and told me to keep on going. I sprinted for all it was worth.
My legs felt like they were on fire! In the distance saw a sign saying “nearly there” thank goodness for that. I kept running even thought every bone in my sore body felt like it was broken. Eventually I ran across the finish line. People were cheering me and the principal came and gave me a first place trophy- I WISH!!



Brian Falkner Books