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A boy named Travis.
“Come on kid I’ve seen you run better than this” coach grumbled.
It was a nice sunny Saturday. Outside, the birds were singing, and the flowers looked stunning.
I was at the track field that day. We had a big tournament that only a couple of students from
each school get to go to. I was stretching on the sideline getting ready when suddenly I was out.
of breath, and it was hard to breath. I gasped for air. My coach saw me and said, “what’s wrong.
Buddy get up your about to run” I replied gasping for air “I can’t breathe help.” The
paramedics are always there when we have a sporting event. They rushed hurriedly over to me.
one asked what was wrong I could not talk so I pointed at my throat they did not understand until
about 5 seconds after I pointed at my throat. The last thing I remember was passing out on the
ground. then I was wake up by my mom’s voice it tucks a little bit for me to realize I was in the hospital.
When I tried getting out of bed my mom said to me “you can’t sweety stay in bed” I replied with
what I can’t.” I asked what was going on and she said you had an asthma attack. I was shocked.
by what I had heard I was thinking of all this stuff in my head about how I was not going to be
able to run in the tournament. I thought my life was over me and my mom went home that day.
I was sad and shocked at what just happened my mom gave me a tube with a hole on the bottom
she said it will help me if I have an asthma attack, she said it was called an inhaler. I didn’t think.
anything of it. A couple days later there was a track meet up and I saw my coach I asked him if I
was still going to be able to run. He replied with “no” my heart was in my throat when he said
I thought I was done for I was one of the best runners in the state I went home and began training
for the next track tournament. A couple months later I showed up and I had my inhaler ready if I
did have an asthma attack I told my coach to let me run he said “no you might have another.
asthma attack out there” I replied with in a confident voice “don’t worry coach I got this” he let
me run and I shocked I had beat everyone I was 1st place I trained again for the next one and won
it as well. And the next I had won I was shocked I thought I was a gift from God. Now it was
tournament day I was nervous at first but then I was confident I was up against the best runners
in the state I was sweating gallons of sweat. I was nervous the race started and I was in first then
out of nowhere I had another asthma attack my coach ran over and sad come no more running I
got up used my inhaler and ran I ran faster than I ever did I caught up with the other competitors.
and I placed 1st I was out of breath when I was finished but I was happy, really happy I went.
on to be one of the best runners ever known to the state.
i need you to fix whatever this attachment says
Purpose: 7/10
- Your narrative has an interesting premise about overcoming challenges, but it lacks a clear focus.
- Consider developing a central theme that ties the events together more cohesively, as the story feels abrupt and rushed at times.
Organization: 6/10
- The structure of your narrative needs improvement; it lacks a clear beginning, middle, and resolution.
- Make sure to clearly separate the different parts of your story and provide a more thoughtful resolution that reflects the character's development.
Ideas Descriptive Details/ Sensory Language: 12/20
- Your narrative could benefit from more vivid sensory language and specific details to create a stronger setting and characters.
- For example, describe the emotions you felt during the asthma attack or the atmosphere of the track meet to engage the reader more fully.
Style, Voice, & Dialogue: 12/20
- While you included dialogue, it was sometimes unclear who was speaking, which can confuse the reader.
- Break up dialogue into separate paragraphs for each speaker to enhance clarity and bring the characters to life.
Conventions: 10/20
- There are several grammatical errors and issues with punctuation, capitalization, and word usage that interfere with meaning.
Formatting: 4/5
- MLA formatting was mostly used correctly, but remember to indent your paragraphs to meet formatting standards.
“Come on kid I’ve seen you run better than this” coach grumbled.
It was a nice sunny Saturday. Outside, the birds were singing, and the flowers looked stunning.
I was at the track field that day. We had a big tournament that only a couple of students from
each school get to go to. I was stretching on the sideline getting ready when suddenly I was out.
of breath, and it was hard to breath. I gasped for air. My coach saw me and said, “what’s wrong.
Buddy get up your about to run” I replied gasping for air “I can’t breathe help.” The
paramedics are always there when we have a sporting event. They rushed hurriedly over to me.
one asked what was wrong I could not talk so I pointed at my throat they did not understand until
about 5 seconds after I pointed at my throat. The last thing I remember was passing out on the
ground. then I was wake up by my mom’s voice it tucks a little bit for me to realize I was in the hospital.
When I tried getting out of bed my mom said to me “you can’t sweety stay in bed” I replied with
what I can’t.” I asked what was going on and she said you had an asthma attack. I was shocked.
by what I had heard I was thinking of all this stuff in my head about how I was not going to be
able to run in the tournament. I thought my life was over me and my mom went home that day.
I was sad and shocked at what just happened my mom gave me a tube with a hole on the bottom
she said it will help me if I have an asthma attack, she said it was called an inhaler. I didn’t think.
anything of it. A couple days later there was a track meet up and I saw my coach I asked him if I
was still going to be able to run. He replied with “no” my heart was in my throat when he said
I thought I was done for I was one of the best runners in the state I went home and began training
for the next track tournament. A couple months later I showed up and I had my inhaler ready if I
did have an asthma attack I told my coach to let me run he said “no you might have another.
asthma attack out there” I replied with in a confident voice “don’t worry coach I got this” he let
me run and I shocked I had beat everyone I was 1st place I trained again for the next one and won
it as well. And the next I had won I was shocked I thought I was a gift from God. Now it was
tournament day I was nervous at first but then I was confident I was up against the best runners
in the state I was sweating gallons of sweat. I was nervous the race started and I was in first then
out of nowhere I had another asthma attack my coach ran over and sad come no more running I
got up used my inhaler and ran I ran faster than I ever did I caught up with the other competitors.
and I placed 1st I was out of breath when I was finished but I was happy, really happy I went.
on to be one of the best runners ever known to the state.
i need you to fix whatever this attachment says
Purpose: 7/10
- Your narrative has an interesting premise about overcoming challenges, but it lacks a clear focus.
- Consider developing a central theme that ties the events together more cohesively, as the story feels abrupt and rushed at times.
Organization: 6/10
- The structure of your narrative needs improvement; it lacks a clear beginning, middle, and resolution.
- Make sure to clearly separate the different parts of your story and provide a more thoughtful resolution that reflects the character's development.
Ideas Descriptive Details/ Sensory Language: 12/20
- Your narrative could benefit from more vivid sensory language and specific details to create a stronger setting and characters.
- For example, describe the emotions you felt during the asthma attack or the atmosphere of the track meet to engage the reader more fully.
Style, Voice, & Dialogue: 12/20
- While you included dialogue, it was sometimes unclear who was speaking, which can confuse the reader.
- Break up dialogue into separate paragraphs for each speaker to enhance clarity and bring the characters to life.
Conventions: 10/20
- There are several grammatical errors and issues with punctuation, capitalization, and word usage that interfere with meaning.
Formatting: 4/5
- MLA formatting was mostly used correctly, but remember to indent your paragraphs to meet formatting standards.
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### A Boy Named Travis
“Come on, kid! I’ve seen you run better than this!” Coach grumbled, his frustration evident as I staggered down the track.
It was a beautiful Saturday, the sun shining bright overhead, birds chirping cheerfully, and vibrant flowers blooming all around us. Despite the idyllic setting, anxiety churned in my stomach as I prepared for the most important race of my life—a major tournament that only a select few students from each school had the privilege to compete in. I was stretching on the sidelines, mentally gearing up for my race, when suddenly, a wave of panic washed over me.
I gasped for breath, my lungs constricted, and the world around me blurred as I inhaled sharply. Coach noticed my distress and rushed over. “What’s wrong? Buddy, get up! You’re about to run!”
“I can’t breathe! Help!” I managed to gasp, panic rising within me.
At sporting events, the paramedics were always on standby, and within moments, they rushed to my side. One of them knelt beside me, asking what was wrong. Unable to form words, I weakly pointed to my throat. After a moment of confusion, they finally understood and sprang into action.
The last thing I remember was darkness enveloping me as I succumbed to the panic.
When I opened my eyes, I recognized the familiar warmth of my mother’s voice. Blinking, it took a moment to process the sterile white walls and the faint smell of antiseptic—belatedly realizing I was in a hospital.
“You can’t get up, sweetie,” my mom said gently as I tried to rise from the bed.
“But why not?” I protested weakly.
“You had an asthma attack,” she explained, concern etched on her face.
Shocked, I thought about how this could threaten my racing dreams. With each passing second, dread consumed me—I wouldn’t be able to run in the tournament. When we finally went home, my heart was heavy with disappointment. She handed me a small device with a hole at the bottom—my new inhaler. “This will help if you have another asthma attack,” she assured me, but I remained skeptical, my mind still wrestling with what had happened.
Days later, another track meet approached. I spotted Coach and hesitated before asking, “Can I still run?”
“No,” he replied sternly.
My heart sank into my stomach. I was known as one of the best runners in the state, and now it felt like my dreams were slipping away. Determined not to give up, I focused on training for the next tournament, pushing through every challenge with renewed vigor.
Months passed, and the next meet arrived. Inhaling deeply, I clutched my inhaler tightly, ready if another attack struck. I looked at my coach, pleading, “Please, let me run.”
“No, you might have another asthma attack.” His voice was firm.
“Don’t worry, Coach, I got this,” I replied confidently.
To my amazement, when the race began, I felt exhilarated. I pushed myself harder than ever, and to my astonishment, I crossed the finish line in first place! The rush of joy was overwhelming, and I trained relentlessly for the subsequent competitions, winning again and again. Each victory made me believe I had been given a gift—a second chance.
Finally, the day of the big tournament arrived. I was nervous facing the finest runners in the state, my heart racing in sync with my pounding pulse. The race began in a flurry of adrenaline. I surged ahead, but as I approached the final stretch, I felt the familiar tightening in my chest; another asthma attack was coming.
“Come on, no more running!” Coach shouted, rushing to my side.
But I refused to give in. I reached for my inhaler, taking a quick puff before launching into a sprint. I pushed past the panic, tapping into reserves I didn’t know I had. With every stride, I closed the gap between me and my competitors, finally crossing the finish line in first place.
Breathless yet overjoyed, I realized I had not just conquered the race—I had triumphed over my fears. From that day forward, I pursued my passion for running with an unquenchable fire, eventually becoming one of the best runners the state had ever known.
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This revision aims to strengthen the story's focus, enhance details for better engagement, improve clarity in dialogue, and correct grammatical issues. Feel free to adjust any parts that you would like to keep in your original voice!
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### A Boy Named Travis
“Come on, kid! I’ve seen you run better than this!” Coach grumbled, his frustration evident as I staggered down the track.
It was a beautiful Saturday, the sun shining bright overhead, birds chirping cheerfully, and vibrant flowers blooming all around us. Despite the idyllic setting, anxiety churned in my stomach as I prepared for the most important race of my life—a major tournament that only a select few students from each school had the privilege to compete in. I was stretching on the sidelines, mentally gearing up for my race, when suddenly, a wave of panic washed over me.
I gasped for breath, my lungs constricted, and the world around me blurred as I inhaled sharply. Coach noticed my distress and rushed over. “What’s wrong? Buddy, get up! You’re about to run!”
“I can’t breathe! Help!” I managed to gasp, panic rising within me.
At sporting events, the paramedics were always on standby, and within moments, they rushed to my side. One of them knelt beside me, asking what was wrong. Unable to form words, I weakly pointed to my throat. After a moment of confusion, they finally understood and sprang into action.
The last thing I remember was darkness enveloping me as I succumbed to the panic.
When I opened my eyes, I recognized the familiar warmth of my mother’s voice. Blinking, it took a moment to process the sterile white walls and the faint smell of antiseptic—belatedly realizing I was in a hospital.
“You can’t get up, sweetie,” my mom said gently as I tried to rise from the bed.
“But why not?” I protested weakly.
“You had an asthma attack,” she explained, concern etched on her face.
Shocked, I thought about how this could threaten my racing dreams. With each passing second, dread consumed me—I wouldn’t be able to run in the tournament. When we finally went home, my heart was heavy with disappointment. She handed me a small device with a hole at the bottom—my new inhaler. “This will help if you have another asthma attack,” she assured me, but I remained skeptical, my mind still wrestling with what had happened.
Days later, another track meet approached. I spotted Coach and hesitated before asking, “Can I still run?”
“No,” he replied sternly.
My heart sank into my stomach. I was known as one of the best runners in the state, and now it felt like my dreams were slipping away. Determined not to give up, I focused on training for the next tournament, pushing through every challenge with renewed vigor.
Months passed, and the next meet arrived. Inhaling deeply, I clutched my inhaler tightly, ready if another attack struck. I looked at my coach, pleading, “Please, let me run.”
“No, you might have another asthma attack.” His voice was firm.
“Don’t worry, Coach, I got this,” I replied confidently.
To my amazement, when the race began, I felt exhilarated. I pushed myself harder than ever, and to my astonishment, I crossed the finish line in first place! The rush of joy was overwhelming, and I trained relentlessly for the subsequent competitions, winning again and again. Each victory made me believe I had been given a gift—a second chance.
Finally, the day of the big tournament arrived. I was nervous facing the finest runners in the state, my heart racing in sync with my pounding pulse. The race began in a flurry of adrenaline. I surged ahead, but as I approached the final stretch, I felt the familiar tightening in my chest; another asthma attack was coming.
“Come on, no more running!” Coach shouted, rushing to my side.
But I refused to give in. I reached for my inhaler, taking a quick puff before launching into a sprint. I pushed past the panic, tapping into reserves I didn’t know I had. With every stride, I closed the gap between me and my competitors, finally crossing the finish line in first place.
Breathless yet overjoyed, I realized I had not just conquered the race—I had triumphed over my fears. From that day forward, I pursued my passion for running with an unquenchable fire, eventually becoming one of the best runners the state had ever known.
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This revision aims to strengthen the story's focus, enhance details for better engagement, improve clarity in dialogue, and correct grammatical issues. Feel free to adjust any parts that you would like to keep in your original voice!
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