I can see their expectant faces. Each pair of glittering eyes encourages me to believe, to hope, and to drive. I pull my helmet over my face and relax into my seat. I watch the flag bob once, twice, and I'm off! As my foot hits the accelerator I feel the energy of my fans transfer through me, giving me hope. I smile and think of the many things I can work on and improve. But as I turn the corner, I see pieces of glass being thrown at my wheels. My mind blanks and my body refuses. I manage to bring my hands to the wheel to control it, but I let my hands slide. The chance to fix my slip had come and I just let it creep away. I rip my name off of the place on my jumpsuit. I don't deserve my title.
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