The race was starting soon. I was filled with joy, and at the same time fear. This was my time to shine or to...maybe ...
"Ladies, line up please"
Oh my God! Is the race starting now! Everything is happening so fast. I hope I could run faster than them, though.
"On your marks, get set, go! "
And then the man shoot the gun for the race to begin, I could see determination in each of the racers here. Every one was focused on the prize, but I was more determined. But then it hit me, everyone had started to run and I was the one who was still on the starting line. Stupid me!
I pushed my thoughts away and started to run, everyone had left me behind,the crowd had started to whisper, maybe about me and how I was very far behind from the other racers.I couldn't let them win , I was supposed to be the one to win and seeing how my opponents were running,I realized that I still had a chance because everyone looked tired, but I looked like I still had the energy to run.Then I ran fast and faster to beat them.
Gosh! I felt my heart beat faster than a speeding train, my lungs were burning or so I thought, my feet felt like not touching the ground, and my body was so sweaty. But that didn't matter, all I cared about was to win this race. I wanted to win badly.
As I passed on each of my opponents, the crowd would go wild, I wasn't really sure you if they were wowed or if they were booing me.
Now I was left with one, tough strong and fast lady. I was already getting tired. We only had one lap left and if I don't lead it , I wouldn't win it. I gathered up all my strength, closed my eyes,then I run as fast as I could ever be until I reached to the point I couldn't continue anymore and stopped. I couldn't feel my legs, my feet were painfall with all the weight pressing them and my throat was really dry.
I thought I had lost, I thought it was over I thought....
But then the crowd went wild, and shouted my name, as if to tell me I had won. I had won the race, the first race, I had won....
I became overwhelmed with joy, that I couldn't hold my tears anymore, I had to let it go. Then I cried, I wish my parents would still be here, they would have been proud. I miss them.
I was called on the stadium to receive my prize, people thought I was crying tears of joy but it was the contrary.
The prize was what I needed. I didn't care about the money but about the chance to work with the Decker's family.
This was my chance, it was revenge time.