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The Competition (Version 2) | Essay for 10 year olds | Kooi Xiu Min | Singapore

Here's another version of "The Competition" written by my Ngee Ann Primary School classmate Kooi Xiu Min.



The sound of spectators cheering wildly was heard as the competitors and I strolled briskly into the sports arena. It was sports day that day and I was competing in the 100-metre sprint. Colourful flags adorned the ceilings and walls. It was my fourth time taking part in the race but there were still butterflies in my stomach. I was clenching my fists to calm my nerves.

At the corner of my eye, I spotted Tim, my rival competitor. Since his first race, he had already won and achieved the fastest timing for sprinting. He suddenly whipped around, and when he saw that I was watching him, he gave me a scornful smirk that seemed to say, “I’ll win! You little things will have no chance!”


Immediately, my nervousness seemed to vanish completely and my fighting spirit rose up to the surface and stayed there. I walked confidently towards my starting position.


“Bang!” The umpire fired the start-gun and we took off. After a while, my heart was pumping like a piston as I ran steadily forward. I glanced at Tim, who was still in the lead and suddenly, a burst of energy flooded through me and I pumped my legs furiously and gritted my teeth. By then, my legs felt as though they could no longer carry me and I panted with exertion. My hair was dishevelled and my face was red.


With my final burst of energy, I bolted towards the finish line. Within seconds, I had already completed the race. Deafening cheers ran out from the spectators, “Hip! Hip! Hooray!” I had won!


The other competitors, however, looked downcast and, of course, exhausted. I strode up to them, and shook their hands. Tim particularly looked crestfallen than any of the competitors. “It must be a terrible blow to his pride,” I thought to myself. I walked over to him, thumped his back and said, “Try again next year!”


“What a runner you are!” Tim exclaimed. My parents and friends congratulated me and I felt my chest swell with pride as I received the praises heaped upon me. It was a tiring day, but it was worth it!


If you like this essay, you may also like to read the following essays:
  1. The Competition by Tang Yu Jun
  2. A Knock on the Door in the Middle of the Night by Kooi Xiu Min
  3. The Mango Theft Incident by Kooi Xiu Min

More essays to come~

Elijah Wee signing off from Singapore



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