First, we ran to vortex. The grass was damp and the sticks that were measuring the throws were lined up in a line. Mrs Readman wrote our names down on a piece of paper. Before it was my turn, it was Jaimee’s turn. She threw it and it made a whispering noise when it was soaring through the air. My turn was over. It was Shakira’s turn. She did a big throw. Next, it was my turn again. I picked the vortex up nervously and threw it as hard as I could. It was my best score out of all three of them and, after that, the siren went and then it was time for the next event. I think I did well.
Next, after we did vortex, we did sprints. Mr Emms put us into groups of six and I was in the one of the first groups to race the 80 metre race. I thought that I was going to lose because I wasn’t a good runner. Mr Emms said, “Ready set GO!" then he pulled the trigger of the starter gun. Bang! Molly and I were running our hardest. I couldn’t catch up to her. She was as fast as lightning. We got to the top to race the 100 metre race. I saw Jasmine racing. I was cheering for her and she came in third place.
"Mr Emms, what makes the starter gun make a big noise?” I asked, wondering what it was.
He said that it was gunpowder that makes it.
It was time for the next race. It was further than the last one but I just said to myself, “ It's only a race."
The starter gun went. I ran my fastest. The long green grass was wetting my feet. There was the finish line and I came in second place. I was feeling a bit more confident about myself.
Finally, it was shot put. It was Daneka's turn. She looked like she wasn’t even trying. Next, it was my turn. I thought that it would be a bad throw but it was actually a good one. Our turns were over. The siren went. We didn’t have enough time to announce who came first, second or third. That was sad.
It was a fun day, but I was very tired when I got home from school that afternoon.
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