Orere School Cross Country

WHIRR! The whistle blew, in a high pitch noise. My competitors (Yr. 4,5 and 6's) took off like rockets. As I ran up the Rooks' uneven hills, (also known as Mt.Egmont ) my legs grew painful but that did not stop me getting to the finish line.

I made my way to the top of Mt.Egmont with excitement and thought hooray! I put a big smile on my face for the the camera but it was not the end of the race. The energy in my legs slowly recharged on the flat. 

  I dived through the mud like it was summer. The mud splashed all over the camera crew and the supporters that cheered me on. I rolled in Critter Creek like I was having a mud bath. I could hear the bell that Mr. Prentice was ringing from the finish line. At that point I knew I just about finished. The end of the race was near.

By Torres