Camp
I wait there. Still. Nerves invade my veins, ready to stop me as I think differently. Fear haunts me while the starting line stands in front of me.Here I go.
Feet stomping on mud my heals struggle to move along the creek. The journey beyond me sends shivers down my spine. My legs quiver, urging to past the finish line
Im at the front. Happiness lifts my cheeks as encouragement pushes me forward. The finish line waves to me in the distance… Instantly people past me stealing my podium placing
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