Nagisa glanced around at the crowded pool deck. The most crowded he'd ever seen. There must be every team ever here! Ok, more like 12, but there were still a lot of people. And most of them were so tall and intimidating! Ok, they started his next event, the 100 breaststroke.

'Heat 4, lane 4' He reminded himself, going to stand behind the block. Now they were on heat 2. 1 more until him. Now they're starting heat 3!

"Nagisa?" The timer asked, turning to him. He nodded. Pulling on his goggles, he pulled his dark blue cap with red lettering on over them. Standing by the block he heard the announcer's scratchy voice through the speakers.

"Heat 4." A long whistle followed and him and the others climbed onto the block. "Take your mark." He bent down and gripped the side of the block. Raising his hips just like Asha taught him what seemed like an eternity ago. The noise surrounding him seemed to dull, his ears listening for only one sound, the sound he felt like he had heard a hundred times before but it never got old.

"BEEP!" The electronic beep sent him flying through the air, stretching his body into a long streamline. diving under the surface, he remained still for a split second before taking a strong breaststroke pull, kicking his arms back up, he broke the surface and heard the cheering of the crowd for a moment before being back underwater. Approaching the wall, he grabbed it, pulling himself up and turning, seeing the other boys not yet to the wall. He pushed off, adding a dolphin kick to his pullout.

He resisted the urge to glance around at the swimmers in the lane next to him, he turned again and picked up the pace ever so slightly, spotting someone catching up to him on his last turn. His legs burned, his arms ached, and he kept swallowing water on the breath, but he went even faster. Hearing his coach yelling from the side and his parents and his friend's parents yelling from the bleachers he went as fast as possible.

'They're counting on me' he thought to himself, giving it his all. Technically, this wasn't true, he wasn't in a relay, but it made him go faster. Putting in that last little bit he had left in him, he slammed the wall, his eyes going to the scoreboard as he saw a lane across from his get second. A smile spread across his face. Glancing around the diving board, he found his lane, and next to it, the number 1.

"You dropped a second. Everything looked so much better than it did last year. Looks like all that practice paid off." His coach said, giving him a high five." He got first, he didn't repeat the home meet fiasco where he ended up getting last, he had shown them. He had made it.


BASED OFF A TRUE STORY! This is exactly how my breastroke went yesterday at the swim meet. I don't own any of the characters or anything. But I did get first. Hope you enjoyed!

Have a nice day! B-)