I held my breath. I adjusted my goggles. I tightened my black swim cap. I got onto the diving board, slowly and cautiously. I loosened my body before my big dive.
The timers got their stopwatches. A voice came over the speakers.
"Swimmers, get ready," I shook my body. "Set," I relaxed and thought of the pure heaven as I would dive, and break the surface. The moment I was waiting for would soon come. And...it did. "GO!!!"
The crowd roared. We were off to a quick start, I supposed. I thought of nothing but fire, fire, and only fire. I moved my arms in blind fury. I kicked my feet like I was a madman. I flipped, and I was on my 2nd lap. Swim, swim, swim. Paddle, paddle, paddle. Kick, kick, kick. That was all I was concerned about at this point.
I flipped once again. A perfect flip, and I was on my 3rd lap. I continued rapidly swimming freestyle. I was almost done. Almost.
I flipped again. I was on my last lap. Nothing mattered to me any meer than just swimming, getting the chance to feel the cool water between my fingertips. There was some space between me and the wall. I swam, swam, and I FINISHED!!!
I broke the surface. I looked up at the crowd, beaming. I waved at them wildly. The timer in front of me said, "That's...amazing. That's just amazing." He stared at me with his mouth gaped. "That has never been done before in Olympic trial history. Never. Never." He paused a few minuten before going on to say, "Well done. u have 1st place with a time of...40.28. That has just never been done before." I walked over to the judges. All of them very proudly zei that I definitely broke the world record. And...I was in the Olympics. I qualified.
Okay, now it's time to introduce myself. My name is Casey. Casey Wilmington, and I'm proud to say that I'm a tomboy. Not exactly one of your girls who put on lipstick and talk about fashion all day. And as u should know door now, my favoriete sport is swimming, and my favoriete all-time swimmer is Michael Phelps.
But well...it was something that happened one night...that changed my whole life.
The timers got their stopwatches. A voice came over the speakers.
"Swimmers, get ready," I shook my body. "Set," I relaxed and thought of the pure heaven as I would dive, and break the surface. The moment I was waiting for would soon come. And...it did. "GO!!!"
The crowd roared. We were off to a quick start, I supposed. I thought of nothing but fire, fire, and only fire. I moved my arms in blind fury. I kicked my feet like I was a madman. I flipped, and I was on my 2nd lap. Swim, swim, swim. Paddle, paddle, paddle. Kick, kick, kick. That was all I was concerned about at this point.
I flipped once again. A perfect flip, and I was on my 3rd lap. I continued rapidly swimming freestyle. I was almost done. Almost.
I flipped again. I was on my last lap. Nothing mattered to me any meer than just swimming, getting the chance to feel the cool water between my fingertips. There was some space between me and the wall. I swam, swam, and I FINISHED!!!
I broke the surface. I looked up at the crowd, beaming. I waved at them wildly. The timer in front of me said, "That's...amazing. That's just amazing." He stared at me with his mouth gaped. "That has never been done before in Olympic trial history. Never. Never." He paused a few minuten before going on to say, "Well done. u have 1st place with a time of...40.28. That has just never been done before." I walked over to the judges. All of them very proudly zei that I definitely broke the world record. And...I was in the Olympics. I qualified.
Okay, now it's time to introduce myself. My name is Casey. Casey Wilmington, and I'm proud to say that I'm a tomboy. Not exactly one of your girls who put on lipstick and talk about fashion all day. And as u should know door now, my favoriete sport is swimming, and my favoriete all-time swimmer is Michael Phelps.
But well...it was something that happened one night...that changed my whole life.
But I want to be with you…
I admire you..
I adore you..
I don’t love you..
I only want to stay with you…
I want to follow you..
To hell ……to heaven ….as long as I am with you..
About the whole world I don’t care…
As long as I am with you..
I am always thinking of you..
I am not worried about you..
I am worried about my future ….about my life..(about my whole world )…without you………
I don’t love you..
But I loved dreaming with you…
I don’t love you..
but I am veilig with u …
And I want to hold you
I don’t love you…
So…..do u love me?
I don’t hate u …
But please tell me..
Who am I?
And who are you???
7
WHY?
Carter’s Perspective
Veronica just saved my life. Veronica just saved ME from being killed. It just didn’t seem possible… I thought she hated me, despised me, loathed me.
Why would she save me? Why would she risk her life? For me? I can’t even see her risking her life on Mark, her own brother!
Would she even consider that? I doubt it. So why for me?
I go to sleep, with the questioning echoing throughout my head, “Why?”
(Says it's too short so... blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa okay thank you)
WHY?
Carter’s Perspective
Veronica just saved my life. Veronica just saved ME from being killed. It just didn’t seem possible… I thought she hated me, despised me, loathed me.
Why would she save me? Why would she risk her life? For me? I can’t even see her risking her life on Mark, her own brother!
Would she even consider that? I doubt it. So why for me?
I go to sleep, with the questioning echoing throughout my head, “Why?”
(Says it's too short so... blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa okay thank you)
I hate school. I really hate it.Not because of the homework, of the tests, of the Gym classes. Its because he's there, like a ghost in the graveyard, he is the phantom of my dreams.
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I LOVE him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good vrienden and i really did not want to ruin things door breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have zei no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I LOVE him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good vrienden and i really did not want to ruin things door breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have zei no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!