Final chance. The relay.
As the new SHE, I come right before the anchor, who is the last to go. The other two swimmers get us so far ahead, and I know if I push myself, we will win. I dive in, letting the water immerse me. Yes, I remember this feeling. The feeling of being ahead of everyone else, of cleanly slicing through the water with powerful strokes, of winning.
But then she passes me.
No.
Her form grows smaller in the distance. She finishes before me. Their last swimmer is in the water, tearing through it like she was born to do so. I reach the wall. Our last swimmer dives in. The other two girl on the relay team glare at me, no encouraging words for the loser. We win the race, but no one is happy about it. They blame me for the near loss.
Coach calls me over. This is it, but I'm not ready. You remember Dr. Daniel and Dr. Sam, right? They are here for you.
No, you can't. I'm not ready. I can d0 bet1er, 1 pr0m1se.
Jus1 le1 me g0. 1'll d0 be11er, p1eas0. D0n'1 1ake m0.
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Proceed to shut down?
Yes.
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You are obsolete.
YOU ARE READING
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.
