I stood in a small line of girls, and gazed down the length of it at my competitors. My heart leapt in my throat, and blood rushed through my body, adrenaline at its side. Clap! The race in front of me started to swim through the clear water, doing the doggy paddle. It was over in seconds, and I was walking up to the starting line.
On your marks… I slid into the water, small droplets now covering my olive skin.
Get set… I positioned myself against the wall so I could push myself off for a powerful start.
Clap! I started, legs kicking furiously, arms stretching out in great bounds, my head bobbing quickly across the water.
I taste the bitterness of chlorine enter my mouth. Behind me, I hear girls still struggling. I triumphantly keep going, hearing the crowd shout my name. Droplets cover my eyes, and I blink them out, shaking my head. I see the blue wall coming closer, and I push myself hard.
Get a placing! Get a placing! I think to myself.
Two girls hit the wall before me as I hurtle in, and I reach out my hand, desperate to touch the wall.
The cold, smooth, concrete reaches out to my fingers, and I grasp it. I fumble for a yellow piece of foam. Third Place! I congratulate myself and I glide underneath the water to reach the ladder. I place down the soft piece of foam on Mrs Mills desk. Droplets ran off my body, leaving streaks as I walked back to the bleachers. I grab my towel, wrap it around my waist, and sit down, enjoying the soft feeling and warmth of it.
This had been a great race, and it was just the beginning!
I sure will have a great time telling my parents about this eventful day!
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