It's Thursday the 24th of August, my favourite day because it's the speech finals.The speech finals are held at the library at 10:00am.
‘Oh we didn’t get the comfy chairs this time’ I complained as the speech competition starts. I’m at the speech finals because I’d been picked by Mrs May to do it. Being so excited and ready for the finals, I couldn't help but ask if I could be first, but Mrs Taylor said that the yr 3’s would be first and that I’d be last. I should've known. Too bad, anyway I get to listen to all the other ones, I say to myself.
‘Could Archie Wightman please come up’ announces Mrs Taylor. Excitement boils up inside, braveness floods through my body. I stand up and recite my speech. As soon as I said the first word I felt OK. It was pretty good actually. It was funny and strict. At the end everyone laughs and claps. While i’m waiting for the prizegiving I listen to the other speeches. Some are good, some are bad and some are just hilarious.
When the prize giving starts I’m confident that I’ll be first place and I am. Finally they announce the junior speech trophy.
‘You’ll get it Archie’ whispers Caitlyn and Charlotte at the exact same time. ...
“Is Archie Wightman.” I punch the air in celebration as if I’d won the lottery I shake Mr Auld and Mrs Crawford's hands. I hope the same happens next year.
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