Second Place

Second place 

I've been preparing for this day like girls preparing for a pageant 

In the gym, drenched in sweat from practice 

Tomorrow is the day 

The day of my first competition 

As the sun rises I can feel the butterflies in my stomach from the nerves 

I'm as nervous as a sinner in church 

As I arrive I see all the higher belts and freak out even more 

All of a sudden doubt enters my mind 

What if I'm not good enough 

What if I break my leg 

Ahhhhhhhhh

I start to practice as if my life depended on it 

The security waves at everyone to come inside to begin the fights 

I enter 

everyone cheering for their children 

People shifting from side to side nervous,

trying to create a strategy 

When my name is called I approach my opponent 

Bow 

Shake Hands 

Begin 

Beep !! 

The timer starts 

I begin to bounce around my opponent trying to see the best place to attack 

My leg immediately reacts to an opening in his chest and does a roundhouse kick 

He attacks with his kicks endlessly 

I try to catch up but the hits ate too hard to block 

As I am being attacked  I aim for a head kick 

suddenly my leg is a plane in the sky aiming for his head 

I land the kick perfectly but it's too late 

Stop 

The fight is over 

I'm Second place