My parents had signed me up for this running club and today was the first race of the season. I loved running races but I always came last anyway. I convinced myself I was on a mission, a mission to figure out why I always came last. I was at the starting line, the race had started. I had a great start but obviously not that great since everybody else was ahead of me. I crossed the finish line, last again. I figured out that everybody who I competed against were all professional runners! So that’s why I’m always last!