Write about any 3 moments in a race. The start, the middle and the end.

The official called out my number, Number 4, please reach your mark. I walked out of the waiting pit, and proceeded towards the track. My coach, who had chosen me for the two hundred metre sprint patted my back and told me to do my best whether I won or not. I jogged down to the starting line, and gazed at the stadium. Most of the seats were occupied, and everybody had a banner supporting their favourite athlete. Number seven, the student from DPS R.K Puram, had the highest numbers of people cheering for him. I looked at him, and saw a giant, over six feet tall, with a great athletic build getting ready to race. The official boomed On your marks. Making me look at the crowd one last time, before starting. I realised that nobody was supporting me. I was the underdog. Get set. I bent down, feeling the energy pulsing in me. My ears blotted out all sounds except for the officials. My eyes concentrated on the finishing line, and the two officials standing at the side of the line. My brow sweated. GO! And then the gunfire. The next moment, when I realised what was happening was around the 95 metre mark, when most races are decided. Before this, I had closed my eyes and put all available energy in my legs. When I opened them again, I realised that that was not enough. I saw the favourite leading the pack, by what seemed like a mile. A distant second was the athlete who started next to me. I tried to see if there were others in front of me, but I could see no more racers. I realised that I was in third place, but in a fraction of a second, someone overtook me. Suddenly, I felt tired. I felt as though I was going to fall, and collapse. I tried to will myself to go faster. I was about to topple over and fall, until I heard a voice. It was my coachs he told me not to give up. That drove me, to go faster, and I closed my eyes again. I opened my eyes next, when the race had ended. I saw the person writing the positions, and he smiled down at me, from his high chair. I was surprised. Didnt I come fourth? I looked around, and saw my coach racing towards me. I was sure that I had done something right. I was about to ask him my position, but he screamed Second place, Second place boy. I looked at the times, which were now written on the scoreboard, and saw that I was second, only by half a second.