The race

I have practised for months and it is really paying now. My feet are hardly touching the ground, the asphalt is a blur. I have left them all to bite the dust. My friends, my teachers are cheering me. They never believed I could do it. But all of a sudden, I stumble and fall. The crowd gasps in horror as I try to get up, I am still the first. But my ankle is broken. With tears of rage and pain, I watch my nemesis, that snob of Cecilia in year 11, tearing the finish line, sneering at me.