Creative Writing: The Swim Team

My parents tell me that I took to swimming like... a fish takes to water. It is a safe place where I can float free of worries. Driven by passion and dedication, I decided to begin swimming competitively. Competitive swimming requires an intense level of determination and discipline. Forcing myself to get out of my warm bed at 5:30 in the morning to put on a still-slightly-damp swimsuit and stand in 40-degree weather waiting for practice to start. Putting up with limited lane space and irritating swimmers who think they are faster. Making a conscious effort to work on my stroke form, turns, touches, and techniques. The water becomes a whirlpool of injuries, losses, wins, friendships, enemies, and sickness. The water becomes home.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

When Trisha saw the boys on the stage, she exclaimed; "Finally, a group of students who can act". Bernice; my sister's best friend, is giving us a ride to school. Because I had a dentist appointment at 1:30 pm. I had to leave school early. The invitation said to go to 117 Donner Creek road in Fresno, but Sinclair couldn’t find that address. Uncle Carl said; "We would like you to come to the reunion", but my mom told him that we would not be able to make it. Wow that is a great idea. I’d love to join you but, I have a softball tournament that

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

The seventh grade football team makes an effort to conquer other schools. Their victories against them would be music to their ears.Although they seem tough, they are all softies. “ I love being out in the field with the boys, seeing how they are and what they do.” Natalie Alveraz states.She is the waterboy, or in this case watergirl, who is captivated by the many football players who make an effort to win. Another interested person who is actually on the team is Evan Bradshaw, who is determined to make splendid grades in class and on the field.

Natalie Sterling, a seventeen year old senior at Ross Academy had just won class president and beat her opponent Mike Domski. Mike was the kind of guy that Natalie and her best friend Autumn tried to stay away from. The girls at Ross Academy were known as demeaning and “boy crazy.” One day, during the pep rally a bunch of freshman dressed in trampy clothing and started to dance inappropriately. The leader’s name was Spencer a girl Natalie used to babysit for. The flirty freshman called themselves “Prostitutes” or Ross Academy prostitutes. Not only was Natalie embarrassed and angry by Spencers action but, she was disappointed. When the principal and Ms. Bee the student council head were talking to the girls punishments Natalie barged in. Natalie explained how she wanted to have a lock-in for all the girls in trouble and any others from school who wanted to come, about feminism and women's rights. Ms. Bee and Natalie agreed that it would be a good idea for

Philip went to MIss Narwin to ask her for some extra work so he could be on the track team. When he got there and asked her she told him that he isn't in her class anymore. Then Philip asked again if he could get some extra work. She said get out of my room! He did. He went and talked to his coach and told him that MIss Narwin wouldn't give him any extra work. He explained to him that he really did something to MIss Narwin that wasnt nice. Miss Narwin goes to the principal and he tells her that she can now take the course that she wanted to take. She doesn't want to take the course. (Pages

One night, towards the end of November, three teenagers were out past their town 's curfew. The teenagers knew that if they were caught, they would be in more trouble than they had ever been in before. These three teenagers were the oddest group of friends, Ethan was the goody-two-shoes of the group- always following the rules, he was a skinny kid standing about six feet tall but there was not one ounce of muscle on his body; Jackson was the star of the lacrosse team- he never paid attention to what anyone told him, especially adults, he was only about 5’10”, but built of pure muscle; and then there was Brooke- she did not know much about anything and she did whatever her boyfriend Jackson told her to, she was blonde and strikingly

Earlier that day, Lennie had pranked his best friend, Daniel. He had swapped Daniel's togs with his sisters. Lennie had gotten changed for swimming and then had sat with all the other students, waiting eagerly. Daniel had sheepishly walked out of the change rooms wearing a fluorescent pink girl's swimsuit. The class had erupted with laughter and Daniel, his face the shade of a tomato, had backed up until he was out of sight. Maybe Lennie shouldn't have laughed the loudest because the teachers instantly assumed that he was the mastermind. If this was the case, Lennie thought it was worth it. "Daniel have perfect legs for that swimsuit," yelled Lennie as he was dragged off by his teacher.

7/14/16 -Benjamin and Drew begin to fight over the cup of Ramen soup. Ms. Orbach explain to Drew that she did not give Benjamin permission to make a cup of soup. She tried to compromise and offered to split it between the two of them they started to fight. She took it from both of them. I had to break them up and tell them that fighting would not be allowed. Ms. Orbach said it is something they do, because they are competitive. I told her that there is a way to have healthy competition, but physical, verbal or emotional violence is not the answer. Before the night was over Ms. Orbach allowed all the children to some potato chips before bed. When they were done, they were told to go upstairs and get in bed.

Yes! Yes! Yes! My mom told me the news. I made the team after only two tryouts. Now, I play for the Fort Wayne Sport Club. I have been playing soccer for about seven years now, mainly because I just love the sport. This is my second year with the Fort Wayne Sport Club. I hope to play soccer for the rest of my life.