“No!” I screamed, as I crossed the finish line. He beat me by a millisecond in the men’s 100 metres in the Olympics. I sat down in despair on the side of the track.
“How?! A millisecond, only a millisecond,” I thought. I was sure I would win; I had trained so hard.
When I got back to the hotel that I was staying in, a letter dropped through the door. As I read the contents of the letter I was aware of the smile on my face; the winner had used drugs to win! I won the men’s 100 metre race!