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Racing On The Beach (Finally Finished)

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,

My brother did the same.

I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.

“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.

My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.

I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”

Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.

I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.

“1.” My dad called.

My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.

“2.” He spoke again.

My breathing augmented until I almost couldn’t catch my breath

The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.

“Go!”

I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.

Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.

The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.

The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.

But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.

The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.

Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.

We both knew who was going to win.

I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.

“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!

My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.

He walked away in the opposite direction, a nasty expression paved on to his face.

Racing On The Beach (Very Very Close To Finishing)

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,

My brother did the same.

I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.

“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.

My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.

I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”

Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.

I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.

“1.” My dad called.

My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.

“2.” He spoke again.

My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath

The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.

“Go!”

I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.

Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.

The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.

The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.

But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.

The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.

Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.

We both knew who was going to win.

I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.

“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!

My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.

Racing On The Beach (Very Closed To Finishing)

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,

My brother did the same.

I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.

“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.

My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.

I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”

Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.

I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.

“1.” My dad called.

My heart raced.

“2.” He spoke again.

My breathing augmented.

“3.”

He was about to say it.

“Go!”

I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.

Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.

The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.

The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.

But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.

The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.

Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long intil I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.

We both knew who was going to win.

I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.

“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!

My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.

Answer to Question

When he said that "To become a good reader you have to read and write."

Racing On The Beach (Almost Finished)

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,

My brother did the same.

I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.

“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.

My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.

“1.” My dad called.

My heart raced.

“2.” He spoke again.

My breathing augmented.

“3.”

He was about to say it.

“Go!”

I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.

Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.

The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.

The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.

But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.

The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.

Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He looked back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could clearly see the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach. And at that moment, we both knew who was going to win.

I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.

“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!

My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.

My Writing For Today

“Do you want to know happens if you leave the lid on?” I asked my friend.

   He responded with a yes.

  So, I gently placed my right hand on the plastic dial and turned the heat all the way up.

   The pot, full of boiling bubbling crayon wax, (we were making candles) began to smoke.

   “Boom!” A bright flash

 

Racing On The Beach

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,

My brother did the same.

I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.

“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.

Moving into a running position, I focused on one word.

The word that signals racers to…GO!

I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.

The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.

The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.

But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.

The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.

Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He looked back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. And at that moment, we both knew who was going to win.

And we were right, that person did win, that person was me…

I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.

“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!

My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.

So he just ignored me and walked away.

Racing On The Beach (Unfinished Draft)

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,

My brother did the same.

I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.

“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.

Moving into a running position, I focused on one word.

The word that signals racers to…GO!

I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.

The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.

The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.

But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.

The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.

Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He looked back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. And at that moment, we both knew who was going to win.

And we were right, that person did win, that person was me…