the meet

I hated running the 400 race,

everyone was starring and giving a weird face.

i knew I had to finish for my team,

didn’t matter how I was feeling.

 

my mother was in the stands cheering and screaming,

my heart was racing and beating, I was beyond nervous I felt sick; I still believe I could do it.

As I was running had a nice pace, in the end I WON the race! 

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