Breathing Underwater

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."