It was time for the race. I was at the starting line getting ready for my first win in my whole life. Not coming last. The whistle blew. I ran forward and was first to start, but not for long, the other kids were right behind me, I pushed with all my strength but all the other kids passed me. I was last. I kept going trying to get passed but found I couldn’t. I had nearly finished and was going to walk the last bit. I heard a sound behind me and looked. I saw someone else, I felt so happy. I wasn’t last.