The Endless Race
The tension grew like a fire as Javen lined up. Sweat was visible all over his face as the bright sun burned his skin, he looked at his mates as they lined up to get ready to run the year 6 cross country. He looked down at the white starting line, then at Mr Jones grabbing his whistle crouched down in his starting position, ready to burst with energy. “ready, set , …SCREEECHH, the sound of the whistle was like the sound of an eagle, declaring the start of the last primary cross country in his life.