The Day I Couldn't Breathe

The Day I Couldn't Breathe

Running the Mile It was a warm day and the class was outside for the yearly fitness tests. It was time to run the mile. This year, I was going to be first. I wanted that big blue ribbon and a letter from the president. We all stood at the starting line, stretching and getting ready.

" On your mark! Get set! " Mr. Markel, the gym teacher, called. We all leaned forward, ready to take off. Mr. Markel blew the whistle. I flew off the line. My legs felt strong and quick, and my lungs were full. After the first lap, I was in the lead and felt good. I really had a chance this year--I could win it all!

The Attack Halfway through the second lap, I tried to take a deep breath-and it hurt. No, not now! I thought. I can't have an asthma attack today! I tried to take another breath. It felt as if something huge was sitting on my chest. I stopped running and slowly crossed the field

Mr. Markel ran to meet me. I was starting to wheeze. " You're going to be okay. Just stayc alm, and we'll get you to the nurse's office, " Mr. Markel said. He asked my friend Lauren to walk with me

Nurse Marge It felt like a long walk. I was wheezing and gasping with every step. Knowing that the nurse had my inhaler kept me moving. If I could just make it there, Id be fine.