It seems like my mom saw my wound place. She had a bad face from the morning today. When our families are eating breakfast, she asked about he swimming class. I was thinking a lot and said no. She asked again with a serious face. It was the time that I need to go to school. So I just hurried to eat and said "don't worry about the swimming class mom. It's OK!"
When I went to school, it was like the same. Always loud and boring. In recess, I was thinking a lot about the swimming class. 'What if he was not in the pool today? Or he hits me a lot of times?' I was worrying a lot but, there was no way to solve by the violence that the coaches use.
It was time to go to the pool. Still, he is late today. He came when I was practicing some swimming. He was so late. He said to me that start with 50 laps of freestyle. I did my best. He looked like he is angry again. He shouted again. " YOU STILL CAN NOT BEAT YOUR BEST RECORD?" I can not stop my madness. I yelled at him " YOU WERE STILL LATE TOO AND CAN THIS TRAINING HELP ME GET GOLD MEDAL?" He seemed so angry he got the broomstick again.
He told me to open my back. I was scared but I need to. I got hit by him like over 100 times. I tried to heal my wound but it didn't work until the last day of this month.
It was the D-Day for the swimming Class. Today is the competition day. The coach wasn't here today. He is always late or absent. We started to get ready for the competition. "READY !!! SET!!! GO!!!" The competition started. I tried my best to win this contest like the 10 lap practice with the coach. I'm thinking that I'm at the front. When I touched the goal, I soon looked at the screen to see what ranking I am at. It was second. My mom was excited a lot.
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General FictionEvery time when trying to be 1st but, it was always a dream. When can I can be 1st? Is my skill bad, or the coach's teaching bad?
