One day I was in my bedroom reading quietly when I heard a horrible noise. It sounded like a squealing pig. I thought it was coming from my sister’s room so I knocked on her door and I was correct. I complained to her, explaining  that listening to her play the guitar was painful. “What are you talking about?” “My music is beautiful and I’m playing so gracefully,” my sister responded. Day after day, night after night, I had to deal with it until an extraordinary idea came to my head. I got some mustard from the kitchen and shoved it into the guitar.

It was the first and only race. The most important race for… who will be sports minister’s assistant. It was so important that so many kids had tried out!So we all went to the starting line for the race. “Five, four, three, two, one. Go!” shouted the sport minister. I was running for my life. The race was five kilometres long.We were half way through and Cleo and I were tied for first place. I thought we had finished at the same time and tied, but the judges didn’t think so. “And the winner is … Cleo!” exclaimed the judge.

My arms shook and shivered like I was in an ice bath, my stomach turned like I was upside down on a rollercoaster.“The winner is …” the adjudicator exclaimed while peering eagerly at the sheet of paper. Today was the day of the public speaking competition, I’d been preparing for weeks. As I slowly wandered up the stairs, Riley finished. I was late, but luckily last. As she walked back, I began. “Welcome teachers …” I confidently ended the speech with pride written on my face. “And the winner of a holiday is … Luna!”My face lit up like a light. Finally … the moment I’d been waiting for!