The Race
The race is about to start. Penny’s breath pounds in my ear. I can feel her slim stomach rising and falling beneath my legs. 30 seconds left before the starting gun. I bend to adjust the timer that is strapped tight around my black boot. The gun sounds and I’m off.
My hand tightens on my handles, as I kick mud at a bush that is sitting close by. How could I be so stupid, to leave my bike in such obvious view of my little cousin? I should’ve known she would want to take it out. Now it’s in pieces, and I have lost because I can’t go on. I am such a sad sack. Because of my little cousin.
Stuck. Almost as sad as a solitary wolf in mud. Without its mum. My foot slips out of my boot. It hurts. I call out to my bro.