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what I smelt

The fresh air was coming to my face like a fan and I smell the

The tasty sausage sizzle as the teams walked around the bike track.

and fresh air rising through my nose.

I could smell the fresh cut grass as we sat down to begin.

I smelt Perfume from Mrs Kelly.

The delicious food that families had brought for their children.

what I heard

I heard the rumbling sound of cheering as teams battled for the number one spot.

I heard parents cheering on their children like a crowd at an All Blacks game.

and I heard soft soothing voice of Miss Kyla calling up the racers.

there was a sharp claps of the starting blocks like lighting in the sky.

I heard the air whip past my face as kids sped past me like flash.

I heard Miss Kyla speaking over the microphone like she was howling like a wolf.

I heard Miss Kyla calling up the year levels peacefully.

I heard the houses chanting loud like alarms were going off.

what I saw

I saw  a rainbow dragon walking around the track it as like when the house sat down it was like a set of blocks on the grass I saw a herd of people at the finish line like tiger’s getting ready for there prey ready set go as the people ran past the looked like flash and zoom I saw the teacher’s giving iceblock sticks out there was a whole line of a rainbow of students going to miss kelly I saw the house’s there were benghazi tobruk tripoli alamein

felt

I felt neres as I went on the track ready set go we were off I was thoth I Was going to lose it felt like I won 1 million dollar’s I felt famous like michael jackson I came 4th place in my race it was lunchtime I was proud like a hunter that got bigfoot I felt the sweat dripping down my skin like a melting icecream cone.

I felt as hot as lava.

and I felt my head going off like a volcano.

I felt the smooth grass against my legs.

I felt the sun was cooking people when they had no sunblock on

I felt sorry for the people that lost

I tasted

I tasted the FRESH air I tasted the smell of sausage sizzles I could taste the glory as I crossed the finish line.

I could taste of the tangy sausage sizzle and

I could taste butterflies in my stomach as I was getting ready to run.

I could taste the sausage sizzle as people walked by.

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