Waiting for Mr Burt to say go, I was getting so nervous even though my friend and I weren’t running. My friend and I were sitting down watching every one line up.
“GO” shouted Mr Burt. Off went the 5 yr old boys. At the top of my voice I was screaming “GO BOBBY-JON GO.” He looked like a little green cheetah running across the field.
As the ages kept on getting higher and higher we saw team 4 walking down to the reserve to run the 2 kilometer race. I thought they were trying to torture us but of course they were not. Why would they. Our teachers aren’t that mean are they?
Running to the play ground we were trying to find our friends. As we got up on the rock wall we tried to get a better view. We couldn't see them so we didn’t bother. So then we ran to the end of the field to try and get a closer look. But still no sight of our friends.
We were hoping that at least one of our friends were going to come 1st 2nd or 3rd. Sadly none of them did, but that’s okay. As everyone started coming to the finish line, Jonita and I were encouraging them to finish the race.
At the end of the day every one was a winner. Well at least nearly every one.
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