"Let's get going, daisies!" Arden shouts. Daisies are what our age group is called. This is my last year as a daisy, next year I'm going to be a dandelion. The sun's heat feels like it's burning my sunscreen off as I'm walking with Lillie and our cabin to the pool.
"So, how do you think you'll do?" I ask Lillie.
"I think I'll do pretty good. I've been taking some swimming lessons." Lillie replies. "Have you been practicing? Maybe a class? I know how much you hate the tests." That was true, I hate swimming test here. I love swimming, but the fact that the pool is like the size of a foot ball field and I have to freestyle for two minutes straight, I feel under pressure.
"Oh please, the last time took swimming classes were when I was 5, and I didn't even swim." We both laughed.
We all set down their bags and towels then lined up across the edge of the pool. I took off my glasses and set them in my case. You could say I'm half blind without my glasses, all I see are colorful spots. I purposely took plenty of time putting my stuff down neatly so I could be the last one in line.
I stood behind a girl with black hair until I realized it was Sam. I was surprised she actually talked to me for once, but what she just had to say was like every other thing that comes out of her mouth. "You can cut me and go in line with Lillie if you want," She said sarcastic voice. "I know how much you looooove swimming." She must have overheard my conversation with Lillie. Two can play at that game.
The only reason why she does't go with her parents on the cruse is because she hates the water and is majorly scared of it.
"Oh, no thanks, you go ahed." I replied. "I know how much you love the water, the crashing waves, the sharks. The deeper the better!"
She gave me an evil look and stepped out of line to Caroline, our counselor in training, and Sam's aunt.
