The Race

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.


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  1. Hi Ceri,
    I enjoyed reading your story.
    It’s also important to remember that being first isn’t always good news either. Because our surname begins with B, my kids are often giving out that they are always first for their Oral Language exams. They’re not happy with that either!
    Good work this week.
    Mrs Boyce

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