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Meet Me at the Finish Line

"Ready. Set. Go", the host of the Annual Track Run yelled to get the race started. The racers beside me spead off, leaving me stranded at the start line. I finally got my legs moving.

I caught a glimpse of the sideline and saw my best friend, Connor, cheering me on. The audience on the bleachers and directly beside the field where watching and smiling and I could see them mouthe my name, Branwell, but I was so fast I could only hear the sound of the wind against my ears.

I started to past everyone else that was in the race. The wind was blowing the bright red *down* on my forehead into curls spiraling across my face. I could see my destination by now, the red ribbon that was tied to the wooden traffic horses.

Finally, this is it. Not another competitor in sight. The ribbon was about 20 meters away. It felt like I had been running forever. I was running out of breath. My legs were wobbling, ready to buckle. Sweat beads were waterfalling down my forehead. Yet, I ran on and eventually, ran through the red ribbon, which was the mark of my victory.

There was a rush of people coming to surround me, and I felt so proud of myself. I shook hands and patted backs of the people surrounding me. But the won that was there before anyone else waited patiently for the crowd to clear before congratulating me. Standing over to the side was my best friend, Connor, who decided to meet me at the finish line.