SHOT PUT
“Hopefully I’m not LAST again” I groan.
“Sophie C., Halfmoon Bay” the Lady says.
“Right here” I call. As I line up I can see people having their throws already.
As I pick up the shot it feels really light. Nah! Definitely not two kilograms! I raise the shot to my neck. 3 2 1 Thump! As the shot crashes to the ground it passes the flag with ‘3 Girls’. It’s probably six meters or something like that.
“Sophie C., Halfmoon Bay” the Lady says.
“Right here” I call. As I line up I can see people having their throws already.
As I pick up the shot it feels really light. Nah! Definitely not two kilograms! I raise the shot to my neck. 3 2 1 Thump! As the shot crashes to the ground it passes the flag with ‘3 Girls’. It’s probably six meters or something like that.
“WOW! You are good!” my friend exclaims.
“Really? It’s only six meters” I reply.
“NO it’s not, it’s 7.23 meters” the Lady announces.
“7.23, thats my PB” I blurt. The words stumble out of my mouth.
When I finish I sprint over to Mum. “Mum guess what; I bet my PB!” I shout.
One hour later, “Ten Girls Shot Put ... Sophie C. Halfmoon Bay third.”
“Really? It’s only six meters” I reply.
“NO it’s not, it’s 7.23 meters” the Lady announces.
“7.23, thats my PB” I blurt. The words stumble out of my mouth.
When I finish I sprint over to Mum. “Mum guess what; I bet my PB!” I shout.
One hour later, “Ten Girls Shot Put ... Sophie C. Halfmoon Bay third.”
By Sophie C.
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