Cross Country Race
On cross country day my legs were shaking as fast as a cheetah can run. “My mum kept on saying good luck” and I kept on saying yup. My face was white all over because I was scared about the big race. Then Kirsten took me up the far end to start.
After the race I was exhausted, my face was as hot as a roast chicken. I wasn’t very proud of myself because I came 4th. Of course my mum was extremely proud of me. I’m glad my face was as red as beetroot because that means I did a good job.
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