The race.by Ryan part 1

It was agreed. The race was through the woods, over the bridge and across the crossroad. As I ran I looked back to see where Jacob, who I was racing against, was. I finally spotted him plodding through the woods ,I pondered over the idea, the past argument didn’t really matter, did it? I could see the determination on his face, he really did want to see Queen Liz. I was only young, I had plenty of time to see Her Majesty. In a matter of 3.98 the dicision had passed, he hid under the bridge and waited for Jacob to go over…