We’re having knockout rounds for the one hundred metre race for the girls and boys separately, the final five race for a medal. The first knock out round is about to start, on my left there’s Latrica, the fastest girl in our class as far back as I can remember who’s the most charismatic person I’ve ever met, I admire her confidence. Also she has a love-hate relationship with Jolene, one minute they’re best friends joking and laughing together, the next they’re physically fighting each other pulling each other’s hair out. I stay away from both of them to avoid getting stuck in the crossfire, she usually hangs out with people in the older years. She has long straight eyelashes and light brown eyes and her hair is relaxed, today she braided roughly a quarter of it on one side then left rest of her hair down. “On your mark...set...GO!” Mrs Lampe screeches whilst firing the shotgun. I brake the crouching position charging at full speed. I watch as Latricia sprints past me until she’s nothing but a faint distant figure, at the finish line I come fourth, Mrs Lampe tells me my time before sending me back to re-join my …show more content…
Sapphire is sitting on the window sill waiting for me “How are you today?” she asks “I’m ok, just really bored” I answer “Let’s play a game then!” she suggests “This game is called Dares, I dare you to do something and you must do it” she explains. I agree since I don’t have anything better to do “Ok, I…dare…you… to… put painkillers in the blender!” she said, I giggle nervously. Sapphire’s stare intensifies, “Are you being serious?” I ask, she smirks, “That’s so dangerous, somebody could get hurt” I explained “How many times have you been hurt?” she responds. I take a moment to gather my thoughts “You don’t fight fire with fire” I said weakly, subsequently she grabs a match stick out of her dress pocket next lights it by rubbing it against her dress “Fire is a weird object” she states then blows the flame out “If you start one then you can end it anything time you want “Here you try” Sapphire offers me a match stick which I use to rub against her dress then observe the orange-yellow flame burning “Cool isn’t it” she says. I’m mesmerised by shapeshifting flame accompanied with the discontinuous static sound it gives off. Sapphire repositions herself behind me “Go on Bami start a fire” she whispers. “Who are you taking to?” My mum asks whilst bursting into my room, I hide the match behind me and in addition shake it to put out the