The blur of the crowd flashing past me. The only sound I can hear is my heart beating. My blood pumping through my veins. 10 meters, 9 meters, 8 meters the finish line is rushing towards me. 4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters. A roar irrupts from the crowd. And suddenly the finish line is beneath my feet.

This is about winning a race when coming from behind it is the last five seconds of the moments that is expanded so the main part of the moment lasts longer. Written by: Chloe, Taylor, Riley and me Elizabeth.