Breathing Underwater

Breathing Underwater

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación sáb, jul 13, 2019
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The 15 year old boy ran his soft fingers along the blue and white lockers against the white, brick wall next to the large, clear windows exposing every inch of the bright blue water behind the glass. He turned and gazed through it, staring at his own reflection as he watched the people at the other end. They look like me... he thought. Suddenly footsteps emerging him caused him to snap out of his thoughts, turning his head towards the sound. He looked up to see a tall man stopping in front of him, his face stern, lowering the teen's self-esteem a little. "You must be Isaiah Kreiner." he just stated in his deep voice, and the boy just nodded, tugging at his black hoodie a little. The man just extended a muscular arm, expecting Isaiah to shake it, and managed a nod. Kreiner just shook it quickly but firmly, waiting for the guy to get lost and go wherever he needed to. Isaiah, once again turned the the glass window, now seeing a few muscular boys around his age, laughing around. He sighed and once again was interrupted by the man's words. "Hey, you listening?" Isaiah nodded, blinking a few times. The man nodded, "Good. I'll show you around before we get started." and Isaiah just nodded, managing an "alright." bluntly, shoving his hands in his pockets as they started walking to the entrance. The man then turned around, revealing a tattoo on his left shoulder, a symbol that seemed recognizably familiar to him, but he just gazed back up at the man. "Welcome to the WTSC." then after a curt nod and a smile, he turns back, "Call me coach."
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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