A sea of faces watched,
in a chaotically orderly fashion,
cheering of relative, chattering of friends,
observing, staring daggers at your every move.
Today was Field Day, and soon the relay race,
my stomach filled with butterflies,
my gut in a know,
my legs feel unobeidient,
my team seemingly scrawny compared to the competition
Though mom says it's natural to feel nervous,
and dad says don't worry, do my best and that they'll still be proud of me,
With the encouraging words the butterflies faded,
the gut loosened,
my legs obyed,
and I gained the confidence I needed,
And when the race began,
signal in the air,
I thought of nothing else but crossing that line,
ran as fast as I could,
til my heart thumped painfully,
til my chest hurt,
til my head spun,
Amonst the dizziness were echoes,
"Your team won!"
Soon I found myself immersed in the mass of Bamboo class students,
of cheering classmates,
and for a moment the pain vanished,
and I knew that we won.