Dear Diary,
I've always loved water. Specifically swimming. I've been on a swim team since I was 5, and I just started competitive. I was the youngest on my team when the season started, only being 12, almost 13. My team mainly consisted of 14 year olds, but my old coach Moriah said I could probably outswim all of them with my hands tied behind my back. When I joined, all the girls on my team laughed at me. That was until I beat them all in multiple races. Not only did they stop laughing, their coach loved me. I brought in win after win for the Lady Ducks, our team. Silly name, I know. My new coach, Meghan, thinks I have potential to swim on high school competitive teams next season. As the season sped by, I took home medal after medal, trophy after trophy, win after win. It almost got to a point where I had little to no challenge beating my older competitors. When Meghan realized this, she begrudgingly put in a request to move me up to the high school girl's competitive swim team. Which was obviously met fast. However, they won't start their season until I turn 13, in five months.
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drowning lessons 🌊
Short StoryThis is how you get a spot on my swimming team. This is what girls before you have done, and what girls after you will do. But you must stay quiet, for good swimmers don't open their mouth underwater.
