Just minutes away from the annual occasion the school cross country. My group age (The 12 year old boys) getting ready to run the course. This is going to one of the hardest and grueling event ever in Pt England School.
Ready.... Set..... Go!!, as the 12 year old boys were jogging lightly down our school field. Splash!!, “OH NO” my shoes were sucked in strongly from the thick boogie greasy mud. As my shoes first hit the mud I felt stink because I knew straight away something bad was coming my way. The thick gooey mud smelt like poop all around the place.
Struggling to balance as I was wobbling side to side trying to pull my shoes out of the mud. I barely made it through the quicksand but my shoes were overloaded with the gooey mud. I will just imagine what my mother would say when I get home with dirty shoes.
Covered in mud from head to toe, I was glad to see the finish line when I hit the final turn. Struggling to accomplish the race as I was one foot in front of the other trying to hold off my challenger. Crossing the line, with feet burning I was completely exhausted as I collapsed in a heap. After the race I noticed that I have transformed from being a human to being a pig covered all over with thick greasy mud.
“Yesss!!!” Finally, just a few steps away from ending the hardest event that I thought was endless.
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