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The 100-Meter Racism
On a cold, Friday evening in March, I was warming up before a track meet began. I was going to be running the 100-meter dash- it was the first race of the meet. The stadium was piling up with people’s families, friends, and relatives. My own family was in the crowd, and I was so excited to show them all the hard work I had put in. “100-meter girls!” I heard the announcer say, and I knew it was my turn to go and run. While waiting in line, I started to get nervous like I do before every run- I get jumpy and my hands start to sweat. Finally, it was time for my heat to begin the race. I waited impatiently for the gun to go off, signaling the start of the race. The gun went off with a huge bang! It caused me to jump a little, but then I was off
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