Every year, my school holds a sports meeting. It is often in October or November. But I am not 1 in taking part in games. So I just cheer on my classmates loudly.
But last sports meeting, I decided to 2 myself and win some fans, especially that pretty girl. I chose to try the high jump. I thought it was as 3 as jumping over the short fence around my house. I had plenty of 4 with my fence before the game.
Finally it was time for the high jump. I walked to the playground 5, with classmates walking after me, as well as the girl. I was both excited and pleased.
But when I noticed the pole was 6 than my fence. I wasn't so confident. Could I give up? No! I had no choice 7 to have a try. I warmed myself up by moving my legs to make me
8. Then I began to run. One! Two! Three! Jumped! But I didn't jump. Because of fear, I just 9 the pole with my hands.
My classmates began to laugh, the girl, too. In such a 10, I felt bad. With all the eyes on me, I tried several times. But I wasn't confident 11 to jump over the pole every time. For the last time, I jumped 12 with all my power. Oh, no! My right foot made the pole fall down onto the ground. And then, another 13 thing happened: I couldn't stand. My foot was badly hurt.
I lay there with eyes closed. I heard all the 14 laughed wildly. The girl even laughed to die... Oh, too bad!
But in fact, my classmates did not laugh. They put the 15 people aside and helped me to the doctor's in a hurry. The girl looked after my shoes...
In the end, I actually won lots of fans in a different way.
