Cross Country
Gooey, brown mud bombards the crevasses of my toes as the cross country course whizzes past me. The chorus of familiar voices from my Mum, Dad, Nana and Poppa dominate my thoughts with a million messages like; persevere to the end, I can't let them down, I have got to do my best.
The finish line approaches, the part to sprint finish is coming up. With the smell and squelch of mud rising from beneath, my heart beating out of my chest, the wind rifling through my hair I enter the last 100 meters, tights sticking to me all the way.
Hi Ella, I really enjoyed working with you on your writing yesterday - you really made me think! Your writing gives a powerful message, and as a reader I get a strong sense of the intensity of running the cross country, and it reminded me of my own experiences when I was your age. I also want to know what happened - did you win??
ReplyDeleteI do have some other feedback for you, so let me know when it would be a good time to come and share this with you. MS
Well I didn't win but I got 3rd place. Thankfully my practice had paid off. Any time would be ok. (I have asked Mrs Robson about it being any time and she said ok
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