swimoms

Chapter 6

Will

I couldn't tell if Cassandra hurt Fin... but the girl's relay was screwed either way.  At least I didn't have to worry about our relay. We had J. Cow! 

After practice I went straight to my backyard. Jeffrey was probably getting hungry.

"Hey Jeffrey," I squeaked. "So how's life been for you?"

"Ok," Jeffrey replied. "I lost the election for mayor of Petetown. But other than that nothing much going on."

"That sucks. I'm sorry." Aw. Poor Jeffrey!

"It's ok. So how was practice?"

"It was ok. But some crazy stuff went down! Well, first Twanda yelled at Luke for sprinting the first 400 and then dying on the rest of practice. But that was normal. And FIn broke her arm, so Cassandra's doing the breaststroke on the relay now. Twanda made the girls do a time trial relay at practice. They were 44 seconds slower than when Fin was on the team. Twanda got really mad and threatened to throw Cassandra off the team if she screwed up their relay. So they had to do it again, and they were only 37 seconds slower than the relay with Fin."

"Wow, drama bomb!" Jeffrey snapped his squirrel finger paw nub things. Haha, classic Jeffrey.

"So Twanda got even madder and decided to change the order and see how it worked. And all the boys and Fin were just like sitting around talking. Twanda didn't even notice we weren't doing the set. So then she switched Kell to breast and Cass to free, and it was 29 seconds off the time. And it wasn't even their best racing time, it was the time trial they did in practice the other day. So at that point Twanda was so mad that she told Cass to leave and to not come back until she learned how to swim."

"Oh zayum!"

"So then we all just tried to like lay low until Twanda calmed down. She was mostly taking out her anger on Luc, though."

"So what's going to happen now?"

"Idk. I doubt she's going to let Cassandra swim, though. We'll just have to wait and see."

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Scarlet

Well, our relay was less screwed than it was before. If Cassandra didn't swim, which we were all assuming she wouldn't, Twanda would bring in a swing. Which would be our best chance to do well at Junior Nats.

I walked over to the stretching circle the day after Twanda's explosion. I got there pretty late; everybody except Petet and obviously Cass was there. Twanda wasn't there programming the clock, like she usually was. Hopefully she would at least show up.

"I swear to god, Twanda better bring in a swing or I'm gonna cry," Alex said to me.

"Yeah, word. This is ridiculous. She can barely swim. I don't understand how she even got on this team anyway." Fin says.

I nod my head. I stayed up until 11:11 last night to wish for a swing. Which wasn't the best idea, because I felt like I was currently dying. At least if I fell asleep in the pool and drowned, I wouldn't have to do the 400 IM.

Twanda walks in the front entrance with a girl walking behind her. She's on some ratchet device that somewhat resembles a phone. "Hey," Twanda yells at us. She still sounds a little mad. "I want you guys to meet someone."

They walk over to our stretching circle. "Obviously, Fin can't swim. And I guess neither can Cass. So I brought in a swing." The girl looks up from her phone and smiles. 

"Hey I'm Cat!!!11!1 Love my fans!!!!!1!!! And Jesus!!!!1!1! And total Kats Lover!!1!" She says. I can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not. 

"Ok," Twanda sighs. "Hopefully we finally have a fourth girl who doesn't have a broken whatever and can actually swim. Ready, Cat?"

"Um... yeah?"

"Lol no you're not. Anywayyyyy... Expect the unexpected! We're having another fly practice!"