“Girls, 60 meters!” yelled the official in the bright yellow jacket which matched the school bus.
I lined up at the one of three lanes Glen Rock was using for the 60 meter race. My heart started beating loudly and I was anticipating the moment. I knew I had already felt this feeling before, so I got ready and aimed for the finish line.
“On your marks,” the official yelled, “get set, BOOM!” The gun went off. My heart skipped a beat, but my legs didn’t. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and I came in second place for my heat. I had started to walk back to the starting line, to line up for the 100 meter race when my friend Jean came over.
“Guys,” she said, “the 1,600 meteris racing now.” Everyone racing the 100 meter was confused, even Leonia was confused. Who has a long-distance race right after a sprinting race?
The order of the events was really messed up and I kept on feeling the nerve-wracking anticipation of the moment. This was my first time racing the 100 meter and I didn’t know what it would be like. The only way of finding out how easy or hard the race was, was to race in it…. which I couldn’t do at the moment. The suspense was building up and I started to get even more nervous. Would I do terribly? Would I slip and fall when it started? These questions sneaked their way into my head, and stayed there.
Even though the order of the events was different from last time, and the suspense had been so hard to handle, I realized that I was scared about nothing, after all. I didn’t even realize I was running the hundred meters until I had actually finished the race! The questions and doubts that had sneaked their way into my head had made me nervous. But then those questions, like the noise of the gun, had disappeared.
I love your slice and the suspense that you described and built up for the reader. I especially like your ending because you compared the the questions to the noise of the gun. Great job Christine!
This was a great slice Christine! You added a lot of thoughts and feelings and you had a good ending that wrapped up the piece. Nice job!
Mrs. Smith: So many great “writing things” about your slice, Christine! I loved the opening line – so descriptive, contrasting the color of the bus and the grey day; I also loved the last line, which is just awesome writing!