Clap clap clap! There goes Mr Burt hitting against a piece of wood, “that was the start of cross country” I said. So off I go running towards the smelly muddy creek feeling already dehydrated, looking at my friend asena coming first.
I hurtled along the zigzag tracks and wondering where was my friend Ana. I said to myself “what a dangerous broken bridge”. Suddenly I was coming 4th and I knew that I was feeling accomplished I was proud of myself and what I have done.
Yes! I said to myself with an exhausted voice, I was nearly at the finished line. So I sprinted like a cheetah running towards a car. Finally I was finished, I felt like I was in a tan machine. That was a EXHAUSTING DAY!