Swimming was fun, but she had this inkling in the back of her mind that she was not that good at it. Maybe it was the fact that she got a terrible grade at swimming lessons, or all the people making fun or her for it. As she swam, it wasn't just her and the water, and the wetness and the technique, it was what all of those people said. Before jumping into the pool, she shook her head trying to wipe these thoughts away. When she was about to jump, she heard the warning.
-You either get to the other side fast or they'll get you. - Confusion hit her, until she saw the teenage aligator's cage. Her trainer was realising them after her. She knew they'd get to her if she wasn't fast. Jumping, she did indeed wipe away the critic's thoughts, and so she focused on the movement, on the strenght and eloquency of the syncrony of her limbs. And she cut through the pool's water in such swiftness. You'd never think of her as anything else than the very best. That was until, something struck her on the shoulder.
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