The Swordfish Club (Kellic)

Chapter 1

I looked around with the pressing need to bounce all over the room. I couldn't believe I was here, I did it. It was a matter of time before I would be an official member of the Swordfish Club, the famous swimming club that all people are blabbering about at my school. Or maybe it was just me who couldn't stop rambling about it since I entered high school two years ago. Until now, I was a member of The Dolphin Club where I stayed during my Freshman year and my Sophomore year. But it was nothing compared to the Swordfish Club which offered so much more and was accessible from Junior year. I endured the pitiful pool of the Dolphin Club, I bore with the old trainer or as I like to call him: the bald rock. Really, I swear this guy was just here to decorate the place. He never told us what was wrong with our movements and never timed us, so I think his chronometer stood for ornamentation too. It was about to change though.

Right now, I was lined up in the file, waiting impatiently to give some administrative papers and obtain my pass card. I know, it kind of sound exaggerate to have a pass card just for a swimming club, but it's not your common little peaceful club. At the Swordfish Club, training is well known to be hard. Just what its needed in order to win competitions.

"Kellin, can you like stop hopping up and down?" asked my friend Justin who was just behind me and placed his hands over my shoulders in an unsuccessful attempt to stop me. What a waste of time, nobody can decrease my energy.

"It'll be my turn in a few seconds Justin! You know what it means?" I squeaked excitedly.

"Let me think a second, oh yes you'll be a member of the Swordfish Club and stop talking about it all the time, yeah that's actually really great."

I spun around like a tornado and gave him a stern glare, I was ready to tell him that it was far from the truth, even if I knew he was totally right. I hated being wrong. I hadn't time to argue on that though because one moment later the secretary was calling me.

My feet moved on their own and raced the short distance between me and the desk, me and my precious pass card. I gave my brightest smile to the secretary while handing her the administrative papers.

"Here for you, congratulations on being accepted to the Swordfish Club," mumbled the secretary in a bored tone, surely because she had to say the exact same thing for the past half hour.

"Thank you," I responded politely whereas I felt like sprinting all over the room with joyful tears in my eyes.

An overwhelming feeling took over me as I stared at my treasure in the palm of my hand. After two long years, I was finally a member of the club of my dream, it was official.

"Oh my god," I murmured to myself as I slowly walked away to the exit, my eyes still glued to the pass card.

I didn't care that I certainly looked like a child who just gets the rarest Pokemon card. Some people know how to keep a poker face, I'm not that kind of person. Usually, I'm ecstatic, like all the time. So when my happiness is reaching its peak, I need to explode.

After I had shut the door of the Clubs office, my mind didn't need to tell me twice what to do. Like a fire, my body acted on impulse and before I knew it, I was roaming the hall back and forth. People gave me weird looks when I started to whoop. If it wasn't for Justin to step out of the Clubs office, I would be embracing a random person right now. Fortunately for anyone in there, I ran to Justin and flopped my arms around his neck. The advantage of being friends since kindergarten is that you can hug your male straight friend without him freaking out. A privilege that I didn't acknowledge before entering High School which resulted in embarrassing situations when I made new friends here. I quickly learned that not everyone like my hugs; they are missing, my hugs are the best, warms and full of tenderness.