“Let the race begin!” shouted Mr. Crooke.
When Mr. Crooke raised the white flaglet, we all started jumping together. Up and down, we went, with our arms around each other’s shoulders.
“Let’s do this, team!” yelled Winona. She was too enthusiastic about winning this sack race. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
Because of Winona’s upbeat mood, everyone in the Team became competitive, too. Nine teams were racing towards the finish line. All groups wanted to win.
“Easy! Let’s do this right, guys!” shouted Daenna from the other group. She was as competitive as Winona, but I knew better who she was trying to compete with. Daenna’s eyes were fixated on the finish line—but me.
Daenna’s challenging look made me feel more competitive. But I knew it was just her dirty trick to make me lose my fo
