I Won The Gold Medal!
I am at the Rio stadium. I just won another gold medal for Jamaica in the 100metre sprint.
I feel so tired and sleepy.Sleepy like a sleepy slippery slimy slithering sloth dragging a box to the other side of the world. Everyone in the crowd is shouting “Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt YYYAAAYYY.”
I am thinking in my head “I may be the fastest man in the Olympics or maybe the whole entire world, but what about my team mates? Will they be alright without me since that is my latest and last run ever.” No more olympics, Running and racing, just spending time with my family.
Wait. But before I leave, I could take some selfies with my fans. I can see the guy at the counter grab the microphone. He shouts out to the crowd “if you want a selfie with Usain Bolt, just come down onto the track and come take your selfie. If you do want a selfie, don’t muck about because Usain Bolt may be gone by the time you want your selfie taken.”
The crowd came running straight for me. The workers started to move everything out of the way. It’s like everyone that was watching the sprint wanted a selfie.
As soon as everything was moved and it was all clear everyone ran as fast as they can to get their picture first so they can leave first and early. It was like watching my very own race but more people.
The first person to take their selfie Was a boy that looked like a teenager and his name was Jonathan. He gave me his phone to me to hold for the photo. We both said my name, Usain Bolt. Chick Chick. The first photo was taken. “Thank-you so much. It was an honor being the first one to take it with you. Bye”
What a great race.I Won The Gold Medal!
I am at the Rio stadium. I just won another gold medal for Jamaica in the 100metre sprint.
I feel so tired and sleepy.Sleepy like a sleepy slippery slimy slithering sloth dragging a box to the other side of the world. Everyone in the crowd is shouting “Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt YYYAAAYYY.”
I am thinking in my head “I may be the fastest man in the Olympics or maybe the whole entire world, but what about my team mates? Will they be alright without me since that is my latest and last run ever.” No more olympics, Running and racing, just spending time with my family.
Wait. But before I leave, I could take some selfies with my fans. I can see the guy at the counter grab the microphone. He shouts out to the crowd “if you want a selfie with Usain Bolt, just come down onto the track and come take your selfie. If you do want a selfie, don’t muck about because Usain Bolt may be gone by the time you want your selfie taken.”
The crowd came running straight for me. The workers started to move everything out of the way. It’s like everyone that was watching the sprint wanted a selfie.
As soon as everything was moved and it was all clear everyone ran as fast as they can to get their picture first so they can leave first and early. It was like watching my very own race but more people.
The first person to take their selfie Was a boy that looked like a teenager and his name was Jonathan. He gave me his phone to me to hold for the photo. We both said my name, Usain Bolt. Chick Chick. The first photo was taken. The boy said good bye and left.
What a great race!!
