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The Biathlon

By Kyle Grebb, 10, Ohio

 

A cold sweat runs down my face.  I look over to see my competitors, seven strong.  It is a crisp day in Canada and the Olympic biathlon is about to begin.  My skis are on the red starting line. The crowd is cheering as the announcer says those faithful words, “skiers get ready”…MURP! The horn goes off in my ear as I propel myself forward with my ski poles. We race to the shooting range.  My gun slaps across my back as I enter a hilly area. Then I pull into second place. I feel the wind in my hair and the snow blowing across my face. I would enjoy the biathlon if I wasn’t racing. You see if you get second or third no one will remember you. I must win, since I want to be remembered.

I pull into the shooting range, pull my gun off of my back, drop into the snow, and work the bolt action. I take aim at a tiny green circle. All of a sudden I hear a gunshot over to my left followed by a barely audible curse. I’m tempted to look over but I know it will waste a valuable second.  I pull my trigger and hear a “ping.”  I automatically work the bolt action without taking my eyes off the next target. Then I hear six more “pings” almost simultaneously. That’s when my adrenaline starts to kick in.  I fire again. Once more in first place, I get up and race off to the next range with my competitors on my heels. I stick a glance over to my left.  I see two people rounding the penalty circle, which just puts bad thoughts into my head.  As I push those thoughts out of my mind, I almost lose my balance. I push on and then the second range appears before me.

I ski up and drop down into the snow. I take aim and shoot. I hear a satisfying “ping.” I then reach into the ammunition box and pull out four more bullets. I jam them into my gun. I fire and hear more gratifying “ping” noises. I hurry and get out of the range with four shots hitting my mark and one miss.  I am in fourth place. I race around the penalty circle because of my one miss. I push even harder through the snow. I am thinking that I must win, I must win! I feel searing pain, but I keep going. I was ranked in third place for this race until just a week before its start.  By training hard I managed to move my ranking from third to second place. Win for America I think.  Win for all of the hard work that you have done. These continued thoughts encourage me as I go. I begin to go even faster, but I remember to pace myself. I do not want to use up all of my energy.

I reach the third range and I look over at the sidelines. I see my parents; they are in the front row of the stands.  They look nervous and tense. Yet, I see my mother smile and pump her fist for encouragement. My father waves his arms frantically. This man that has supported me my entire life is still doing so today. He is yelling and urging me to go on faster. With my parents backing me up, I drop to my stomach and take aim. My shots are decent, but not enough to gain any advantage.

I reach the fourth range.  It is colder now and snow begins to fall. I pull down my goggles, drop to the snow, and begin to work my bullet into the gun.  I take aim and fire.  I am getting agitated.  I am still in fourth place.  I have only one more opportunity to pull ahead.  I get back on my feet and start skiing frantically for the gold. As I round the circle again, and head for the last range, I see three competitors ahead of me. I don’t stop. I think push on, push on, you can do it.  I have worked my entire life for this. I have worked so hard. The hours of training, the sacrifices that I have made, all come down to this. I start to feel numb and tired, but I do not stop.  I suddenly hear two shots almost simultaneously. I am behind. My competition is already at the range.

I drop to my stomach and shoot with 100% accuracy.  I pull myself quickly up and start to go all out for the finish line.  Everything comes down to this.  I must win!  This thought comes out of my mouth, barely audible.  I grunt with pain but I keep going.  I ski into second place. I think keep going, go!  As I draw closer to the finish line, I hear the crowd roaring. I see only one person in front of me, about 20 meters from the finish line. My heart begins to sink, but I keep going with the same determination.

Suddenly the leader falls on a piece of ice. As I draw closer, I can see that he appears to be stuck. I think how awful it would feel to be so close to winning and then have this happen.  His dreams suddenly crushed in such a cruel manner. I make a quick decision to help him.  I reach my hand out and pull him from the ice and snow. I learn that his name is Jim. As I help him to his feet, the crowd roars its approval of my sportsmanship.  We cross the finish line together.  We each receive a gold medal.  I have won, Jim has won, and now we are friends.

I look out at my parents.  They are beaming with pride.  Not only did I win the gold medal, but I have shown good sportsmanship.  I have represented my country with great honor.  I have never felt this great in my life.

One comment

  1. Jennifer Gilles /

    Great story Kyle! I could really feel the emotions of your character throughtout your story. Keep up the great work!