The meet. Oh no, the meet.
I lose every race. The other team's swimmers, they were never this fast before, were they? They are only faster than me, however, and the other swimmers on my team beat them every time. I'm lagging so much, too much. I feel the heat of their stares on my back when I pass them by. They hate me. They want me gone.
SHE is the old generation. I am SHE.
My times are faster than they've ever been, but they are not good enough. Coach yells at me. You can do better.
I can. I can.
I get back in the water for my final race. I can. I can.
I can.
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I can't.
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Faster.
Short StoryShe's the best on her swim team. The fastest. The strongest. The coolest. The sleekest. But then they come. And everything changes.
