Being Myself

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Being Myself

     

Chapter 1

"Marissa!!!" My mom yells from our living room. I tumbled down the stairs to talk to her.

"I have to tell you something but you might want to sit down." I sat and prepare myself for the worst. What is it now did another family member die? Am I out of the Olympics? Did the cat poop on the rug again? Or the worst of all are we moving for the umpteenth time?

"Marissa, I have decided to send you to live with your grandmother," my mom stated and in that moment my whole world is crashing down before my eyes. I never believed in the whole 2012 movie thing before but I am starting to now.

"You have to be kidding me. Mom training starts in less than a week and I have to prepare myself."

"Marissa" my mom said with an exasperated sigh. "The Olympics can wait. You need to stop being such a workaholic and live your life. You need to work on your social life. You don't make friends like you used to and I am worried about you."

Ohh, I've heard this speech a thousand times you work too much, you need to be a regular teenager and stop freaking out so much over swimming, you need to live a little Marissa. Step out of your comfort zone. When is my mom going to get it through her brain that I love to swim? It isn't just work for me it’s fun! Plus, I don't need friends I have my sister Charlie (who happens to be shopping at the moment.) Family is all I need besides swimming.

"Mom I don't need to leave, I have everything I need right here. My life is here, you and Charlie are here what more do I need?" This is my last ditch effort to keep myself from being sent away.

"Friends!" My mom retorts, bluntly. I can tell by the set of my mom's jaw that this discussion is closed, I am going and that is that.

"You leave tomorrow and that is non-negotiable, so you better start packing now. Oh and by the way, Charlie is going with you."

Thank you, heavenly father. I think to myself, at least my sister will be there. That is the only good thing I have heard during this whole conversation.

You see the problem is Gramma lives in Colorado. Which is fairly far away from our home here in Oregon. Not to mention the fact that I will miss out on my Olympic training. I am 16 right now and I am allowed to enter in the Olympics once I turn 18.

I have to keep training to shave seconds off my times if I am going to be ready for the Olympics. Now I will have to work twice as hard on my swimming because my trainers and team will not be in Colorado to coach and support me. Before we moved to Oregon we lived in Colorado, but we had to move as my swimming career expanded.  We lived in Colorado from when I was born until I was 10. I’m nervous to go back there and face the people I knew once a long time ago.

"Marissa? Marissa! Did you hear me? You need to go pack," my mom's voice pulled me abruptly out of my thoughts.

"Fine, Mom!!" I screamed as I tromped my way up the stairs to my room. Once I arrived in my room pulled out my luggage set, flung my suitcases on my bed and then, pulled out all of my clothes and threw them into the cases. After about 5 minutes of this useless packing I collapsed on the floor.

How could my mom do this to me? I thought. The one thing I love in life is what she has to take away from me. Why?

Now I have to move to some little hoe dunk town in Colorado and live with my grandmother. My dreams of competing in the Olympics were almost within my reach but now I will never reach them.

"THIS SUCKS!!" I screamed to no one in particular due to me being the only one in my room.

Once I had calmed myself down I emptied my suitcase, and then started to fold my clothes then pack them neatly into the suitcase. I might as well make the best of it. Right?

However, I barly made a dent in my pile of clothes. Suddenly someone knocked at the door. I opened it and saw my sister Charlie standing there looking ecstatic.

"Are you excited?!?!" she squealed at me.

"Why should I be excited?" asked her, dryly.

"Because aren’t we are moving to Colorado to live with gramma!!"

"Oh that,"

"Why aren't you happy about moving ,Marissa?"

"Because my whole life is here! My swimming team is here! Everything is here!" I screamed, tired of having to explain myself and my feelings.

"Oh Marissa, I am so sorry I forgot all about your swimming," yep that's Charlie for you always sympathetic about everything.

I saw her look over at my poor excuse for a packing job.

"Do you want me to help you pack?" she asked.

"Sure, whatever floats your boat sis."

We spent the rest of the night packing up all of my clothes and other things.

Finally, we finished the packing and Charlie asked me if I wanted pizza. I said no and used being tired as an excuse to deny eating. Really, I did not know how much longer I could stand her peppy attitude. Don't get me wrong I love my sister but she is just so optimistic. It could be really sickening, especially when you are in a bad mood like I am tonight.

As I was lying in my bed wishing that this was all just a big practical joke and hoping that sleep would come to me, my mind decided to wander to why I love swimming so much. The last thing that crossed my mind before i drifted off was why I started swimming in the first place.