"Last call, boys 400 meter dash. Last call, boys 400 meter dash."
I hear these words cross my mind.
I think I might go blind.
I can only think about my future, and how I will do.
But I have my mind on you.
The official calls me up. "Holmberg, Jaysen." I reply.
I'm cringing inside, about to cry. Maybe even about to die.
I can't say I'm nervous, it's not even close.
If courage should strike me down now, let it be so. Cause I need a hero.
"Hard, calm, hard. Hard, calm, hard." I repeat to myself.
"RUNNERS TO YOUR MARK... SET!"
* POP *
The gun goes off, and its as if the butterflies have been released.
Fear st