Chapter Three:
a/n; Hey party people! I'm back with chapter three. In this fic, Bella is on the forks High School swim team. I'm a swimmer, and I feel that not enough people write about swimmers. So, yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Chapter Three: Practice
My car is waiting as I race across the quad to it. I hav thirty minutes to get to the Y, and then to get out to the pooldeck. I practically speed to the YMCA.
I run into the locker room with ten minutes to spare. My friend, Emma, drops her cap.. Before she can bend over, which she's not supposed to do because of her back, I'm handing her the cap. She murmurs something about how she's supposed to dive, and I look at her levelly. She rolls her eyes, and goes back to getting dressed.
I enter the pooldeck, wave to Coach Clifton, check the workout written across the board on the wall above the water fountain, then hop into the water. I'm in lane five.
I hear the familiar strains of Meant To Be from the speakers that the pool has under the water. I think they were a contribution by the Cullen family. My body glides smoothly as I gfly ddown the pool.
The song changes, and I smile. I know this one. I reach the wall after my warm up lap. I'm early, so I went ahead and started swimming. Coach Kelsey shows up fifteen minutes later, smiling as she watches me do pull-ups off the bar undr the diving block. I count undr my breath. "Eighty nine, ninety, ninety one…"
I usually set the time limit for when I get out here so I can do this. So, even though most of my teammates are still getting dressed, I'm already out here. Practice is something that I did all the time in Phoenix. In fact, it was practically all I did.
"Warm up is a four hundred IM." Everyone except me groans, and we're soon in the order we're supposed to go in.
Practice was fun today. It was also very hard. I get into my car, and drive to my house. I turn on a Melanie Martinez song, and relax. This is by far my favorite part of my day.
Tomorrow morning, when I go by to pick up Emma, since her car is in the shop, I will tell her the truth if she asks why my odometer is always on a five when I park. I don't exactly know where to start, but I do know that I'll confess this time. I will make my confession.
a/n: Okay, so I've had this prewritten for awhile now, and it's basically a race against time to get it up. My computer charger thingy broke, and so I have to take it in to get serviced, and for some unknown reason, the FFN app translates everything I write into Spanish… Which, needless to say, I do not speak very well. Well, see ya!
Emmabeth.