When we got to Wharenui we had to wait for ten minutes, for me it felt like hours. Then it was my time to assemble and I had to wait in the line for another ten minutes. I went to my lane and when we were all there the whistle blew and I stepped up to the block. It blew again and I thrust my body into a dive and kicked up. Kicking ferociously and swinging my arms as fast as I could I swam down the lane. I saw the wall and I wanted the best time then my hands hit the wall, smack! “26.9 seconds,” said the the teacher, "You better hop out as well."
When I hopped out “Whew,” I said. I was glad that I had got a good time.
I waited for 20 more minutes then it was finally my second race so me and the people who I was racing. I lined up and walked to my lane. The whistle blew I got in the pool, put my arm up to the bar and held on ready to do backstroke. The whistle blew the second time. I was off. I could see the middle mark, suddenly I heard a shout as loud as a foghorn in my ear. It shouted, "Creyke!" I then swam my heart out. When my hand hit the wall “27. 4,” said the teacher , "hop out."
It an excellent morning of sport, full of great competitors and superb times.