Cross country

Throughout my years of College Street I always loved cross country. I never had the experience to do cross country on our school field because I was always sick. But then when the teachers gave me the opportunity to run a long track, on a real farm, I somehow asked my body's’ system to stop me from getting sick, which was a total success thrice, because year three I didn't make it.

Year four I came 3rd, year five I came 5th and if you want to find out what I came this year? Read till the end.

RACE BEGINS
I was looking at my watch every single minute, looking forward to 11:00, when the year six girls start their race. The wait was so intense looking at others, especially that I was about to run myself. I was so bored I just decide to eat an energising mandarin. Sa and I play this game where you peel your mandarin and if you get the root out of the centre, it's your 🍀 day, but if you don't then it's your unlucky day. So I peeled, filled of hope. Then, ‘yes!’ I get the root out! It's my lucky day.
Then suddenly my watch beeps and eleven o'clock strikes. “YEAR SIX GIRLS COME LINE UP!” Mr V yelled. The girls all ❄ their way up to the tall man. “Great, now we have a warm up.” Mr V commanded. We did lunges and jogging and arm stretches- that only made me even more nervous.

Time flew so quickly I didn’t even get to calm myself. Then the whistle blew. We were all running up the hill and I could see that I had 5 girls in front of me. ‘Already?’ I think. The hills were wide open, wide enough to fit us all. I nearly slip in the next downhill. But I keep myself going painlessly. There were so many holes in the ground, that ankles would be easily broken! “Ah!” A girl squeaks, I look behind me seeing her losing her 👟. ‘Don't stop!’ I plead myself.

The worst uphill was only moments later, filled of mud and 🐮💩. I was so close to falling face first but I stopped it from happening . I reach the top of the hill feeling like a winner, but then I wasn't a 🏆 just yet. A girl in front of me pants so hard she slows down and I past her. Yay! I’m fifth! If only I stay like this there could be a huge possibility I would get into Inter-school.

The ☀ was shining in my eyes so bright, I was figuratively melting. Downhills, uphills, flatlands, holes-in-the-ground, nearly-breaking-ankle moments everywhere. I was timing myself on my watch, so far I ran for 12 minutes. Yes, I’m only halfway and that's how long the tiring race was. Then something pops up faraway in the distance of my eyesight… Hay bale. I don’t bother to jump over it, instead I just climbed over it.

Sun’s still shining right in my face. I can see the finish, yes! I speed down the butter yellow steep hill and expect to trip up, but it's my lucky day. I sprint to the finish with nobody cheering on. 😐. Nobody knows meh name. Oh well. I cross the finish line and Margaret asks me what my name is and I reply, “Caroline Rezner.” “Spelt?” She asks. “R E Z N E R.” “Ok grab a seat.” Before I do, I look at her chart of names with me, being 5th!

That was the tiring 20 minutes of our cross country day.