Bang!
“Mum! Mum!” I screamed in pain.
It was Thursday, I had just fallen off my bike and my foot was stuck under the handle bars. “Ouch.” My Mum came and she yelled for Dad to come and help. They carried me inside and put me on the couch. Mum grabbed some ice and l placed it on my foot. That night I had a bad sleep so in the morning I was really tired and I could hardly eat my breakfast without spilling the milk everywhere! As I was having my breakfast I caught eye of the school news letter and as my eye went down the page I saw CROSS COUNTRY in big bold letters. ‘Oh no,’ I yelled, ‘because of my sprained ankle I can’t do the cross country tomorrow.’
I‘d been looking forward to running it all year so I said to myself ‘I’m going to try’. So I rested my foot and made sure I went to bed early for a good night’s sleep so that I wouldn’t be tired for the big race. The next morning I was ready to go but my foot was no different. I hopped to school without my crutches. Everyone was wondering why I was walking on my foot but I told them they would soon find out.
“GO!” Mrs O’Hanlon shouted. I ran ahead and kept on going. It was really hard because I have asthma which is when you can’t breath properly. I ran and ran coughing and coughing but I knew soon it would all be over. I ran towards the the finish line and I came 4th and got a place in the inter school team. I was very proud of myself and even though my foot was sorer than before I’m glad I tried so hard. And I can do it all again when my foot gets better.
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