Today at Swim Practice... *Cringes*

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Don't take this down Bean. Don't even try. *Narrows Eyes*



It was literally completely random. I just went in for a hug and then she randomly yelled "NO! YOU HAVE COOTIES!" To be honest, it doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

Then, while we were in the bleachers, our coach came and began to talk to us  about the swim meet. Lena said something, and so I slapped her with my cap. Then she slapped me with hers, and I took a huge offence from that, because who hits someone with a cap? I mean like, seriously? So we got into this huge war and I fell back off of my seat and found myself looking up at Rhino from in between his legs. Then Lena (the coward) retreats back to sit next to Rhino. SO we had this cap slapping war and Rhino just looked at us like we were weirdos (not the first time, and it's true)

I'm suprised we didn't get pointed out by our coach. For the practice we did our normal wawrmup, some starts, and just relaxed swimming because our finals were the next day.

In the pool, Lena and I were chased by Rhino the whole time, or, actually, Lena yelled about how Rhino was going to give her nightmares, so he jumped out at us at random times and stuff. Then Lena and I went to the 7 foot part of the pool and linked hands before we launched each other up and out of the water like a see-saw.

So after practice Kimi (not her real name) like, kissed Lena on the cheek and she screamed and said "NO!!! NOT THE COOTIES!!" And me and Kimi attacked her together.

After we had changed, we walked out the gates with Penikala (translate on google), aka my dad, and we talked about how he was a rubber pencil. Rhino was waiting for Penikala, so  we saw him too. Then, Penikala said "Rhino, go give them a hug" and Lena probably thought "Eww no not the cooties" and I said,

"Well, I know Laugh Weirdo (Couldn't come up with a better name lol sorry) so this is nothing."

So Rhino came up to me and we hugged and then continued on our merry way.

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