Cross Country

Cross Country

The sun popped out from the horizon like an egg hatching.

I was quivering like a camel in antarctica, the trees wore sheets of ice.

Swarms of flies covered the rutted floor of the field. BEEP! All of a sudden my legs carried me past the screeching parents, past the starting line and almost past my waist and up!

My feet moved as fast as they could possibly go, my legs carrying my body, my body holding onto my legs for dear life and lastly my face scrunched up, red like an apple!

Finally I reached the starting line again,  I had survived the first lap!

Another excruciating lap after another, it went as slowly as it could possibly go until finally I was on my last lap. Kim was walking with a bright, shiny number 1 placed on her miniature hand! She had finished the race already! That just made me slow down completely! I started to become the same pace as the fattest man on his daily jog.

But before I knew it I was reaching the gritty, grotty finish line.

I was there I HAD FINISHED THE MOST PAINFUL THING OF MY LIFE!

I was standing there, me, myself and I my legs bleached with mud, my heart pounding like wild geese, my hair flapping in the breeze and finally my surprised face at how long I had run for. Well at least how long, I thought i’d run for!

The End.

By Laura McKinney