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Lin Zixian (23) 3/3 The roar of the spectators’ cheers filled the stadium, creating a buzz somewhat like that of a bee’s. The sound was deafening, but I chose to listen to it. The sound of cheers was like water from heaven in a desert for an athlete. I rubbed my elbow, calming myself down as the commentator’s voice rang out through the stadium, fighting for equal status with the shouts of the spectators. It was almost time. I stood by the red track, watching the dust kicked up time and time again by other runners and athletes. My legs would not be giving me my glory (or shame), but my arms would. At least, they would play a larger part. I could feel my aching joints persuading me to back out, to give up this pathetic attempt at a last swan song to serenade the crowd before I withered away.
Approximate Word count = 541 Approximate Pages = 2.2 (250 words per page double spaced)
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