The Race

LIke I always do before a race I pretend as if I'm in a dream, the kind when you are sick and feel weightless. All the time I am dreaming this I get lighter and lighter until I am flying in the sky getting blown around like a feather in the sky. POW!!! The starting pistol sounds and I am off flying in front of all of the other racers as my blood is rushing. I am weightless and flying in the air, I look to my left to see if anyone was there no one was there. Then I look to my right and I catch a blurred image of Gretchen who thinks she will win this race. Oh my gosh Raymond is running along the fence trying to keep up with me, this is the first time I have seen my brother run. I almost stopped to watch, but the finish line was right in my view, I tear right past it. The man on the speaker, announces the first place winner but they can't me and Gretchen where neck and neck the men on the men on the speaker gathered there notes and announces that I was the first place winner and Gretchen in second. She walked up to me and congradtulates me on the win and smiles so did I, now we have respect for each other.