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For this weeks writing we had to create a piece of writing about a photo that a teacher gave us. The photo was about a motorbike race. We had questions and a story start to get us on our way. Here is mine.
The Race
His heart was racing as he came over the crest of the hill. He knew he had to win this race or his career was over. Mud flicked up from the other races and hit his helmet. He was behind, he had to speed up there was only 7 laps to go. As he came around the corner where I was sitting and you could see a glimpse of determination in his eyes. He was zig-zagging through the other racers when he crashed. “Nooooooooo!” I yelled. This was it, his career was over. He got up and kept going, but it was too late and he was lapped by the leader.
He thought to him-self never to give up and to push forwards. He guided the dirt bike through the rough and muddy terrain using his knowledge that he got from his grandfather. He was now tailing the leader that had overtaken him. The leader had the speed wobbles allowing him to overtake and catch up on the others. He was gaining on the trailing group, but only had 5 laps to go. He came to a corner and took the inside route passing the trailing group.
He was gaining speed, but he had to control it or he was going to get the speed wobbles. There was only one more group than the leader and 3 laps to go. I thought to myself there is not much time. His career was going to be over. At that moment, he overtook the group in front of him. “ Yesssss ” I screamed. He might make it. There was only the leader left. 2 laps to go.
With hardly any time left, he had to stop thinking about his career and just win. He was only just gaining. Then he heard the bell for the final lap. He did an amazing jump over the final hill, landing just behind the leader. As he catches up to him and just as he goes past he hears a loud scream. He looks back and sees the leader crash and fly through the air. Should he stop for the leader or continue on to win? Something comes over him and he stops for the leader and helps him get back on his bike, allowing him to win. “ Noooooo.” I yelled. His career is over. He came in second place.
As he stood up on the podium, he shook his head. He had to accept that he had come second and that he would have to find something else to occupy his time. As the first place trophy was given out, the leader turned and said “After helping me today finished the race, I think this trophy should be yours!” He smiled and thanked him, knowing that he still has a chance of becoming the World's Best Dirt Bike Rider. I knew my grandson could become one of the best. The End
By Caleb
Have you wrote a story about a race? What kind of vehicle was it?
