Personal Narrative: The Starting Line

It was 9:00 am, and the sky was grey like a wolf’s fur coat. The trees were waving back and forth behind me, they looked like tall giants. We were all called to the starting line and I could feel bullets of sweat slowly dripping down my face. I was more nervous than a man being interrogated. Five minutes later we get ready at the starting line. We finally arrived to the starting line and all the runners and I got into running positions. The person who starts the race off shouted runners set! The anticipation while we waited for him to fire the gun was nerve racking. BOOM! We were off running like gazelles up the hill. I made it to the turnaround point, then down the hill I go running at the speed of light (not really).
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