The Race

I swiftly ran past the purple slide.
My short, dark brown hair did not soar through the wind.
I was nearly a foot tall
and I couldn't spot the top of the small fractured fence.
I was the shortest in my grade.
My stub-like legs couldn't keep up with the others
I challenged others to races but I never won
One day, I challenged Rick B., the know-it-all
I ran with a lot of confidence.
One step closer to the chalk line next to the rainbow-colored word
It happened so quickly. No time to react.
I tripped, strawberry juice coming out of my knees
Rick walked up to me and said, "You won"
I smiled before I realized that he was crossing his fingers,
A scar of memories.

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