Originally written November 19, 2018.

In his house, David, a 14 year old boy, had been waiting impatiently. He had been trained to participate in a chariot race at the crowded, noisy Circus Maximus. It had always been his dream and today was the day. David was ecstatic because the winner of the race was gifted 300 denarius. His parents had not been worried, but were excited and proud. They had been sure David could easily win without being injured. 

After David and his parents had departed from their house, they headed for the renowned colosseum. When they had arrived, David readied his deft, powerful, and energetic horse which was as black as night. As David looked up a familiar person caught his eye. It was Josiah, his old friend. Josiah had threatened and insulted David a week before the event. “You better watch your back because I’m coming for you,” Josiah had yelled. “The contest is only one week away, and, mark my words, I will crush you!” “And I’ll be ready for you,” David had declared  defensively. He had been resolved to win the competition and be praised. When the race started, the sound of horses’ hooves could be heard thundering quickly and the deafening noise of the audience bellowing boisterously beneath the blazing sun. At first, the event at the Circus Maximus had been a tie between David and Josiah the entire time, but neither one had been wounded. 

However, right before the finish line Josiah whipped David in the side causing him to lean over. When David was weak, Josiah ruthlessly rammed his old friend sending David flying through the air. After David flew through the air and he hit his head on the rocky, hard ground, he brutally broke his neck. David had been murdered by his own friend and was now lying dead on the sideline of the stadium. David’s parents were appalled. Josiah was exalted and was laughing maniacally while David’s parents were heartbroken and vowed revenge.