FYSH: Diving Deeper.

Chapter Four: The First Analysis (Pt 3)

Fysh hasn't been updated in a week!! The holidays have just started so I'm very sorry! To make up for last week, I will update more than twice this week, and be right back on track next week! Thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy! (:

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"Hey, hey kids. Let's go into further detail about that later." He chuckled stiffly. Looking around at the yelling kids, he turned around and whispered something to the so-called doctors, and swiftly stood up. For a moment, he stayed silent, a creeping smile on his face. Then, he snapped.
"BE QUIET RIGHT NOW!" Kai roared. In shock, everyone's voices fell. He coughed.
"Now I didn't need to raise my voice, did I?" His mysterious smile returning to his face, fierce gold eyes striking his surroundings.
"It's time for the tests, kids." He simply concluded. Kai reached into his pocket and fished out a device, the same as the doctor's before, and tapped his fingers lightly on it.
"Okay. Roisin Sinclaire." He called out. A pretty girl with wavy hair stepped forward shakily, raising her hand. Kai gave her a swift sidelong glance, and then assigned her to the table the furthest on left.
"Desiree Rosa." He called again, assigning her to the same table. They left, meandering towards the table hesitantly. One of the shifty doctors took out a slightly larger piece of technology and followed after them.
"Davy Benta." Kai said and pointed to the table, just one down from the previous, going to the right.
"Thor Davins." And he followed Tim.
"Atlanta Piscis." Kai named. And slowly, I walked forward.

Kai's osseous finger darted to the next table down. As I wandered past, Kai cracked his lips open, revealing a gleaming smile. I gulped. A girl with auburn hair and leafy green eyes named Serra Peony met me at my table. I couldn't help but glance up every few minutes at Kai, but he never looked back at the people he had called and continued selecting kids.
"Hi." Serra sat on the table, next to me, giving me a warm smile. Her voice was extremely husky and full, very pleasantly rural.
"Hi." I said, rather timidly despite how heated I actually felt.
"I'm Serra, sixteen. And you?" She asked, holding out her hand.
"Atlanta Piscis, right?" A man answered, one of the doctor's had finally approached us and cut into our conversation.
"Yeah." I said to him. Turning towards Serra, I smiled.
"What he said." I replied, taking her hand.
"Okay girls," He interrupted once more, "I'm going to ask you a few questions and record them down in order to judge and place your physical and mental health into a category. As you may or may not know, you will be placed into groups and these answers may affect where you are placed so please answer as truthfully as possible." He droned on. "My name is Dr. Manswell and I'll be the doctor looking over you guys, so any concerns or health issues, you come straight to me. Okay?"
Serra and I glanced at each other before giving Dr. Manswell a serious nod.
"How old are you both?" He began, not bothering to look at us.
"Sixteen." I told him.
"What are your specialities?"
"Freestyle, backstroke." Serra said, without hesitation.
"Freestyle, fly." I said.
"Height and weight?"
"One seventy three and uhhh, maybe a little over sixty." Serra blinked. I coughed. Well, Serra did have lengthy legs and slim arms. And though she was tall, she didn't look like she had much muscle at all. Except in her butt, maybe.
"One sixty, I think. And weight? Um. Sixty, probably. I mean, if you give or take a few. Probably give. I mean take. Well, I haven't weighed myself in such a long time, you see. You know what, that's probably not very accurate-"
"Are you sexually active?"
"Excuse me?" I asked, giving him an estranged look.
"It's just a precaution but we need to know."
"Well yeah." Serra replied, an obvious look reflected off her eyes.
I thought about it. If I said yes, I might look cool, which could result to me being somewhere higher up on the social ladder, somewhere higher than where I usually was.
But then again, I might need to tell the truth, that I had never even come in contact with a real boy (except that one time at last year's dance when Johnny Mcfalton asked me to dance with him and not knowing what to do, I said yes, even though I knew my best friend had liked him for years) and that I was nowhere near being sexually active. I mean, there could be some sort of medical or health disadvantage to do with my sexual endeavours. I gave a sidelong glance at Serra. Pretty, auburn hair, lovely, tan skin, sleek, slanted eyes that glowed almost supernaturally. She'd certainly laugh if I said I hadn't done it. She was definitely very confident with her answer. And now the doctor was turning his head up to look at me and Serra was beginning to swing her legs in boredom, and I felt these two answers knocking on the inside of my head like the pendulum in a clock.
"Please," I finally blurted out, feining total casualty, "Who isn't?"
"...That's a yes, then?" The doctor blinked.
"You know it...buster." I cringed at my choice of words but continued my mask of nonchalance. Inside, I had died a hundred times. Serra gave me a suspicious sniff but continued staring at the painstakingly gray floor and swinging her legs.
"And are you arm-oriented whilst swimming, or legs?"
"Legs." Serra and I said at the same time.
For the second time, Dr. Manswell gave us a confused and quizzical look. He tapped out some information on his pad, looking up at us from time to time. He'd murmur unintelligent phrases, looking at me and then at Serra and then at me and again to Serra.
Finally, he slipped his device into his pocket and stared at us straight in the eyes.
"Looks like you both will be in the same group. You'll be in group B, and your coach will actually be-"
"Well, well, well. The results were just turned in." Kai appeared from behind our table, and leaned over it. He stared at me and Serra and shot us a charming grin. My bitter look must have snagged onto Kai's vision, because his eyes flashed black and his mouth curled into a smirk. What the hell does this freak want? I softened my eyes immediately, however grit my teeth and flared my nose.
"Why are you-" I began to say, but as if he knew what I was going to ask, Kai stood up dramatically and gave a low bow.
"Were going to get real close over these next few weeks. You only have to call me Coach Kai."

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