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.
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