Cross country story
3 Onomatopoeia ..
3 similes..
2 metaphors..
My feet pitter pat across the wooden bridge, my breath hammering through the air. My knees give in like a block of concrete has dropped onto my weak shoulders. I pick up my pace, not wanting the others to pass me, I overtake one runner, then another, then another. 2nd place, not too bad. I run around the playground, adrenaline pumping. Crash, someone falls behind me. My chest feels like it could burst. My feet bring me faster than a cheater, bad idea, I slow down. Bam bam bam, the rhythm of my feet is like a calming medicine to my brain. I can hear someone's exasperated breath behind me
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