Cross Country

I could feel a monster yanking at my side as I zoomed around the field, huffing and puffing. Sweat was dripping down my face as the wind cut through my hair like a knife. My sneakers churning up the ground as I whipped past a group of boys. Saliva was swirling around my mouth and slipping and sliding down my dry throat. My legs were shaking and were ready to give out any minute now. Stomp and scuff went everyones shoes as I ran past the sandpit and collected yet another ice-block stick. The whistle blew and I halted to a stop and sat down. 5 ice-block sticks. Yay, next time 6. Gurgle, Gurgle as chilly water trickled down my throat. Ahhhh what a good feeling.