"Attention Students!" Our principal shouted with a loud voice on the microphone, effectively muting our voices.
We were gathered at our school's large field for our interhouse sports competition. The attendance this year was high. There were a lot of people here. The population was much indeed. You could see parents and spectators seated at the canopies that had been set up for them. While the students busied themselves talking with one another while waiting for the event to officially commence. The atmosphere was filled with excitement.
I would say it was a colorful day indeed. The outfit for the day was a polo with either shorts or skirts. There were four houses for the competition. The White,Blue, Yellow and Red House. Each house named after a legendary icon.
As the event started, the students cheered and chanted excitedly. Our school principal, who was also one of the judges, mounted the stage and claimed the microphone, owning the stage with his deep voice.
"The annual interhouse sports competition for the 2022/2023 academic session has officially started." He spoke, and the students erupted in more cheers.
"Please, participants for the 400-meter race should take their positions on the track," he said finally before leaving the stage.
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Feeling all fired up and competitive,I positioned myself on the track. And as soon as the referee blew the whistle, we all took off. We were four in number. Each one of us representing the four houses: red, blue, yellow, and white. With determination coursing through my veins, I took off as fast as I could, aiming for the finish line. From the right corner of my sight, I saw Rachel, the girl representing the White House, gaining ground on me. I forced my feet to go a lot faster, but she was fast also; soon she was running by my side while the other two students representing the blue house and yellow house were still at the back.
As we drew closer to the finish line with Rachel hot on my heels, the students began chanting. The Red House chanting my name while the White House chanting her name. I ran as fast as I could, but I was becoming tired. My speed decreased a bit. And Rachel seeing the opportunity, increased her speed and effectively overtaking me. When I realized it, it was a bit too late; we were almost at the finish line. I increased my speed, running as fast as I could. Then we crossed the finish line with me a hair's breadth away from Rachel. The crowd erupted in cheers, with the White and Red House chanting our names, respectively.
The activities that followed suit were just as intense and heated. The air was competitive, the various participants pumping high on adrenaline. The Red House and White House house fighting a dangerous battle on who would go home with the prize. Soon, we reached the end of the interhouse sports competition. It was time to call winners.
The once noisy field became as quiet as a graveyard as the chief judge took over the mic and landed on stage with the results of the interhouse sports. The atmosphere became tense; everybody was filled with apprehension as he began with the Yellow House taking fourth position, followed by the Blue House coming in third. The ovation gave a round of applause while the student cheered them on.
Then the chief judge continued.
"It was a tie; these two teams were relentless." He said
"However, the White House surpassed the Red House with half a point from the 400-meter race."
At this point the loud cheers and shouts from the students overtook the voice of the judge as the White House captain and Red House captain went to collect their medals for first and second position, respectively.
The day soon ended rather quickly, and I remembered going home feeling low-spirited. For an A-flyer like me who had known winning all my life, coming in second was a huge disappointment. I felt discouraged, and it showed in my countenance and actions.
"Oh Amy, you can't possibly be brooding over coming in second by only half a point difference," my cousin Stacey said to me that weekend, knowing me well enough.
I couldn't help but smile a sad smile, not in the mood to talk with anyone that day.
"Alright, stand up; I'm taking you out. Apparently we need to blow away the cobwebs off of you," she said, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her.
Eventually we went to an amusement park, and as I slowly got lost in all the fun rides they were to enjoy, I felt myself coming back to life. Gone was the moody dull Amy.