Swimming use to be my life.
Well, until I got pneumonia.
One Thursday after swim practice, I was feeling nauseous and I was so, so tired.
I made it into the house and into the downstairs bathroom before puking.
I threw up, everything I ate that day, into the toilet.
I watched it flush down, and I started to cry.
I thought it was just the stomach flu, but no, it really wasn't.
I never did swim team ever since.
I started playing club soccer instead.
But you, you played soccer because you liked it.
I didn't like playing it. I played because my mother made me.
I liked to win, though.
It didn't matter what it was.
I liked to win.
Everything.
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Teen Fiction(Completed but not edited) Everything lies within tangled webs. Feelings, thoughts, truth. You can try to lie. Fake a smile. But you can't fake your feelings. You can't fake how you feel, and even if you try, it never works. Or else you explode i...
