Reido
Crap. I don't want a swing - any one of us could be replaced. And I need to be on a relay.
A chubby asian kid waddles in from the changing room. His arms are crossed and he is staring at his toes.
"YO WAZZUP J. COW!" Twanda yells at him. "I made him hide in the bathroom so he could make a grand entrance LOL. Anyway, this is J. Cow. He's a rapper too. You all could learn something from him. J. Cow, do you want to tell the group a little something about yourself?"
He shrugs.
Twanda claps. "Ok, now onto this week's rankings."
"In first place we have J. Cow. You go, J. Cow."
J. Cow shrugs.
"In the second place spot is Alex. Your 50 fly is like GOALS."
"$w@G Money!" Alex says.
"Third on the rankings is Kell. You all should be more like Kell and less like total dicks."
"Cool." says Kell.
"The fourth spot on the rankings is Will "The Skyscraper" Nash. Just because he's cool."
"YEEYY!" Will screeches.
"In the 5th spot on the board is Luke. Luke, you swam great. You would have been higher but you still haven't learned your lesson. You don't talk back to adults!"
"That is bullying, and bullying leads to suicide, which - "
"OH MY FUCKING GOD LUKE SAY ONE MORE WORD." Twanda shrieks. "I SWEAR ONE MORE FUCKING WORD AND I'M GOING TO TAKE THAT FUCKING HAT AND" She takes a deep breath. "It's ok, I'm calm, I'm fine. Ok. The sixth spot goes to Scarlet. Last week you were sassy. But there were a lot of technical errors - sloppy feet, the bent knees, you didn't get in releve, but overall it wasn't bad."
"But wait - what - I did the 100 free - "
"Seventh place is Finley. You did the 400 IM. But you weren't channeling your emotion; you didn't tell the story. Honestly, I expected more from that freestyle split."
"Eighth on the board is Cassandra. L'Ol u suck that's it lmao."
"And ninth in the rankings is Petet. You can't flirt with people from other teams at meets. We're supposed to be competing. And especially while you're swimming. Like seriously. You can't stop in the middle of a 200 IM and go say hi to a cute girl that's behind the blocks. You're way too thirsty. Like no."
"Hey I still got the zone!" Petet says, wiggling his eyebrows and thrusting his pelvis.
"Tenth place goes to Reido." Hey that's me! "You didn't swim. You were injured." She shakes her head derisively. "That's what happens when you wear too much Vineyard Vines. You get RWBS." Oops.
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Finley
Honestly the rankings this week were such bull. Wtf how do I tell a story through a 400 IM? I don't even know but imma keep my mouth closed - assignments for Junior Nats are next.
"Assssssssignments! Can I get a Woot Woot!" Twanda sings. Petet is the only one that does.
"Lmao loser." Twanda is holding a sheet of paper. My heart is pounding hard and uneven against my ribs. "We will be doing 2 relays total. The girls will have the 4x100 Medley Relay, and the boys will have the 4x200 Free Relay. For the girls: Alex is on backstroke, Kellkellpeter is on breaststroke, Fin is on fly, and Scarlet is doing free. Cass, you're the alternate."
"Aw shucks!" Interjected Cassandra.
"For the boys," Twanda continues. "J. Cow will be the first leg. You go, J. Cow. The second leg will be Reido. Will "The Skyscraper" Nash, you'll be the third leg, and Petet, you're anchoring."
"What?!" Luke was absolutely positutely furious. "I'm the alternate?!"
"Yep lol." Twanda is surprisingly cavalier about Luke's outburst. "Now interrupt me one more time and you'll be kicked off the Elite team before you can say Suck my Dick."
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Ficción GeneralThe story of the Lival Swim Club, one of the most prestigious swim teams in the country, and all the drama that comes with it.