Eliza

“I’m free” I yell, smiling as the rugby ball comes soaring my way. I charge forward fending off anyone that dares come near me. I allow the smile I have held back to spread all over my face, knowing I’m not allowed to fend at my age. I can hear my heart pounding, I can sense people sprinting behind me trying to stop me and then I saw it, the tryline. Using the last burst of my energy, I launch myself towards it. I feel a bone jarring thud as the rugby ball touches the ground just over the tryline. 

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