Chapter One

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When I felt like my lungs would collapse, I came up for a breath of air. Whenever swimming became too exhausting, I sat out and caught my breath. If my muscles felt like they would rip out of my skin at practice, then I'd let myself float with no shame, no worry.

That's what I loved about swimming, it pushed me to my limits but unlike my everyday life, I was able to catch a breath of air whenever I needed to. But that particular day it seemed not even swimming could give me enough air, since earlier that day I received back a important test with a 45% grade.

Not even the praise of my coach after swim practice seemed to give me a breezy draft to clear my mind, my thoughts were evaded by the negative draft I knew I'd receive from my mother. He seemed to realize something was on my mind, as he pulled me aside from entering the locker rooms.

"I hope you aren't worrying about losing the next swim match, are you Celine?" Coach jested, patting my shoulder as comfort.

I shook my head smiling, as he knew and everyone knew I'm the best on the team. I out swim everyone, he claimed I'm the fastest and most skilled swimmer he'd ever seen. I could never disagree with that theory.

"No, of course not, I'd be delusional to think anyone has a chance against me," I boasted laughing quietly against his loud affectionate chuckle. "I received a bad grade today, it seems to not be able to leave my mind," I added on, looking down at the ground pitifully.

"Don't worry doll, you'll be able to swim your way out," he punned, winking at me as I looked at him glaring playfully. He laughed at my expression, told me good practice once again and told me to get lost and go home. I complied easily, wanting nothing less than to catch the bus and chat with my best friend Alex Cage.

Though once it came to sitting next to them, it seemed I always rethought my friendship with them. Like all of that week, they couldn't leave me alone about inviting me to a house party a college student was throwing that night.

"I swear you're the biggest loser! I'm going to write down all the information, and if tonight you decide to come then you'll know where to go," they grunted, angrily ripping a page out of their notebook. Violently writing down all the valuable information, then unzipping my school bag and aggressively punching the paper in it.

"You're a dramatic person," I gurgled, not seeming able to keep my laughter down at their dramatics. They were pouting facing the window with their arms crossed, it was ridiculous. They didn't seem to like that I was laughing, so they proceeded to bite me like the weirdo they beautifully were.

As I was getting off the bus after 10 minutes of brutal biting, they pinched my ear and told me to be there tonight. I simply rolled my eyes at their antics. 

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