Swimming Lessons (Luke)
You heard the gunshot and plunged into the water.
“Go Y/N Go!” You friend shouted from the bleachers waving around a huge banner.
You smiled as your body hit the water, the familiar feeling of the blue waves lapping over you as you put one arm in front of the other, trying to free-style your way to the other end of the pool. This was the spring championships and you had been training hard all year just for this event. It was the big shot in the swimming universe and all you wanted was to do your team proud. Your mom was watching. Your friends had come to support you. You had a cash prize, a trophy and a leading title to defend. You were nervous, but you couldn’t lose. Not now. It simply wasn’t an option.
You took a deep breath and dove in, doing the familiar arm and leg movements you had been practicing every weekend.
You urged your body to go quicker, taking a lead on your opponent as you kicked your legs and stretched your arms out in circular motions trying your best to get there before she did. You could see the end point drawing nearer and nearer. You could feel the victory in your bones. You smiled as you kept up a good pace, feeling the adrenaline course through you, almost tasting the sweet, sweet success on your tongue.
But oh, how things can change.