By NationChild

Created on May 8th, 2007

Heavy breathing. The race hasn’t even started and I’m already exhausted. Darn Physical Education class. The running exam had to be today, didn’t it?

“Number Threes are over there, near that pole.” We go to the pole located on the far side of the track field.

After all four corners of the track had bright red flags waving gaily in the breeze, the crow2d’s attention was focused on the starting line.

“Go!” The gun seemed to say with a loud bang. Reacting, the runners sped off like bullets, some racing ahead of the other racers, while others lagged behind, their energy already mostly drained from their sprint at the very beginning.

When the time of the transfer of the batons came, it almost seemed like a lifesize game of Dominos was in play. As fast as an instant, the baton was transferred and the second runner broke away from their starting point, intent on becoming first.

Before I knew it, my teammate was running towards me, shouting “Go!” with her arm outstretched and her hand clutching the baton.

I gripped the baton, praying I didn’t drop it. My legs flew off from the ground, then they were moving so fast that I thought they must have been much like a train’s wheels at full speed. My legs kept winding up energy, and I looked towards my last teammate…