I was running as fast as I could which was 10 times as slow as everyone because of my disability. I have aspergers syndrome which means I’m bad-tempered. My head was throbbing and my leg was getting weaker and weaker. I had to keep going. Then I saw food. I wondered of the track and ate and ate. then, when the food was gone, I ran to the finish line. I lost the race again –because of food- so that’s why I’m always last. I’m always last in the register because my name is Zachary Zacharias.