Mykie Nanako, a swimming goddess, daughter to an Olympic swimmer and Dancer, Over 20 beat records. Over 30 wins, No looses.
All down the drain as she stands in the quiet, dark indoor pool, staring down at her reflection. Tears dropping into the water making little ripples, warping the reflection.
But the warped reflection feels right. Confusing and Un-Identifiable. Something she has been struggling with her whole life.
She slides her backpack off and sits it gently beside her leg, kneeling down next to it. She pulls a cinder block and rope out.
Fastening the rope around her feet, the other end around the cinder block. She takes her last big breath and drops into the pool.
Mykie thinks to herself that she's finally able to leave this world surrounded by water, without having to train
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Walking up to the fence, my eyes fixate on the glistening blue liquid, trapped in a rectangular hole. Some of the blossoms have fallen into the pool, making it look like a work of art. I know I shouldn't go near the pool but that photo would be so good.
Sucking in a few deep breaths, I flip the gate open and stalk up the steps, keeping my balance.
Going into the corner and kneeling down, making sure my skirt is down. I go to take a photo as my eye is against the lens, but as I press the button to capture the tree and water A tall, broad shouldered, very toned blue haired beauty stands at the edge of the pool, fixing his red goggles, I'm guessing adjusting them to fit perfectly.
The clicking sound isn't heard by him as he jumps into the water with such form, my god I haven't seen a dive that good since Haru. My god, that's one name I haven't said in a while. I watch him a little longer, watching him perform butterfly. Sneakily I take another photo, one where he looks as if he's gliding with ease, just before rising out of the water
She might not know what's next, but she keeps pushing forward “The salt muddied the blue-green water, making it less clear. The lines at the bottom were blurry, even with goggles. But salt in the water makes a swimmer buoyant. I floated easily.” After her transformation she was able to conquer her fear once more in the public swimming pools where the guide lines changed to salt water instead of chlorine.
Residents of Bent Tree are surrounded by natural beauty. Gentle breezes, whispering trees, and the soft movement of the pool’s water add to the ambiance.
Imagine taking one step into a chlorine-filled arena. The humid air rushes onto your skin. An immense smile spreads across your face. This is because you know everything is about to change. In less than 24 hours you will be holding a glistening gold medal in your hand, standing up on the podium while the Star Spangled Banner blares for the whole world to hear and tears will stream down your face. Taking one look back at your coach, Teri McKeever, you realize if it wasn’t for her you would not be here. Graciously, you run up, swing your arms around her body, and embrace her in a powerful hug that says it all. Swimming is a very intense sport and consumes every second of a swimmer’s free time. However, putting in hundreds
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The reflection of the shimmery water shining against the blurry background faces of the community’s people. They huddled around the scene like penguins wanting warmth from each other. They cling together like glue between a kindergarteners fingers, completely mesmerised by what lay floating in silence in the glistening water.
He then described how he jumped up on the railing of the boat to get a better view. Bumping his pipe on a rope, it toppled overboard. He frantically reached for it, overextending and toppling overboard. Remembering the shots had come from the right Rainsford bravely swam in that direction coming to an
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1.) I walked down to the edge of the water and dipped my toe in. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jason grabs my arm and pushes me in the pool!
She then realizes that whenever she looks at her reflection, she no longer recognizes herself, but the
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The sun is hammering down, it's starting to get hot and you've got Green Pool Water!
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I had fallen, but I had luckily tripped onto the grass rather the hard concrete. Lea, who was behind me, stopped when she had gotten to the place where I fell, and helped me back up, only to fall on her bum from pulling me up, so I helped her up and I fell. She helped me back up once again, and if as magic she didn’t fall. We continued running until our tenth lap when Mrs. Cailler had shouted for a water break.