As sticky sweat pours down my face I still await for my name to be called out, my heart is beating hard against my ribcage it feels like a woodpecker, pecking my skin until it draws blood…
Then. “Andy Murray for Great Britain” boomed the speakers. It was time. My blood ran cold and I started shaking, I tried to convince myself with warming thoughts: “you can do this, lets make everyone proud”. The cold goosebumps lifted the soft hairs of my arm, my legs wobbled like jelly as I reached for my tennis racket and held it firmly. I strode on until I reached my destination and paused into my position...
Then I realised the ball, it shot into the sky and split through the air I’m finally my comfort zone.
By Molly
well done molly
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