I had been practicing for months now is my chance to show off my skills. The CIP6-8 (that stands for central intelligence practice) Me and my partner worked together but secretly alone.

Even with practice it was hard to write a paragraph in an hour that made sense. I had looked up everything about Sloths. After lunch I had another event so everything had to be perfect.

Sloths are one of the slowest moving animals in the world. Easy fact but my hands couldn't stop shaking all you hear is the silence. All of the 15 middle schools had come really big competition. My thoughts clattered like an easter egg filled candies, so bad I forgot how to spell my name.

The timer ran like it was lighting charged. Only 10 minutes was left rushing to get my work done so my partner could type it in and submit to the CPI.com. My blood felt like a volcano ready to erupt.

Turn in your paper I wish I could speak a little louder. I tried to say that I might need some more time, but I just wrote it down tiring to build up my courage. Never mind I got most of it down. I hope this works. I don't know why I signed up for this.

I walked up as slowly as I could wondering if they would notice. I just passed the paper making sure we had no eye contact. They started to play a game called who knows who I know everyone but was too scared to raise my hand.

I loved R&B songs they would always feel the same pain as I did. Someone always did the wrong and got revenge. I've always wanted to be like them. But I knew I couldn't.

All I could think about was my stress I thought my hair was turning white. You are released said a tall hair man who looked like he should be in the NBA. I ran out of that stuffy room looked for my parther and said that was the most stressful hour& 30 miutes ever.