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The Competition (Version 3) | Essay for 10 Year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Hey there, here is my version of "The Competition" - wrote this for my Ngee Ann Primary School essay assignment.

            This was it.

            All my hard work and labour had brought me here. Can I do it? Thoughts pondered through my mind as I got prepared for the final match of the running competition in the Olympic Games. Suddenly, my trainer slapped my back and encouraged me. “You can do it, Matthew. Make Singapore proud of you!” His words reassured me and I started to head towards the door of the room I was in. I could not let my parents and my sister, Jia Hui, down.

            All of the competitors, including myself, gathered at the starting line. The cries from my supporters seemed to give me fresh energy. My muscles tensed up as I got ready.

            Bang! The air pistol sounded. Like a bullet being shot from a pistol, I whooshed off. Within minutes, I had already run three rounds! “Can competitor fifty-six from Singapore be the winner of the Olympic Games running competition? Look at him, he is now nearing the finish line!”

            Competitor 56 was me. And hearing those words blaring from the loudspeakers once again filled me with a surge of energy. Using all my remaining strength, I ran like a bolt of lightning towards the finish line. Before I knew it, I had passed the finish line. I was first! Tears of happiness and joy at my success of being first welled up in my coal-black eyes.

            “And the winner who is first in place is none other than Matthew Ng!” I held up the trophy, which they had presented me with in triumph. It glinted in the bright light. Yes! My first sweet taste of victory!

            “Surprise!” shouted my family members when I opened my door. Jia Hui gave me a smacker on my lips and hugged me. “We have heard about you! Mother is extremely proud of your accomplishment!” My father congratulated me incessantly.

            Then I spotted the food.

            There was a birthday cake on the table The scrumptious food made my mouth water. Yes! It was my birthday that day!

 If you like this essay, you may also like to read the following essays:
  1. The Competition by Tang Yu Jun

  2. The Competition by Kooi Xiu Min

Till the next time,
Elijah Wee, Singapore

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