Practice makes perfect [open]
Sept 16, 2011 15:17:50 GMT -5
Post by Zoe Clementine on Sept 16, 2011 15:17:50 GMT -5
She rose really, really early in the morning after having slept a good five hours the night before. But not to worry, Zoe hardly ever needed any sleep, she was always so restless anyways, it didn't make an ounce of difference. She had done so for a reason though. It was about six thirty in the morning, and neither of her roommates were up. She wanted to keep it that way. Tiptoeing out of bed, Zoe went to grab her towel, slip on her deep gold mighty python flyback suit. It was just her color, and stood out from the crowd of blacks and blues like a sore thumb. But just you wait, her competitors would have no say in the matter when she was done with them, speeding past them like a bullet and leaving them in the dust. Her and her gold-scaled suit would do Hammel justice.
Just as long as she practiced like this everyday, that was. She couldn't let anyone else win. Case and point, Zoe was very, very competitive with others, especially trying to outdo people older than her to show them just how great she could be. They usually shrugged her off as that exuberant fifteen year old girl who blows things up, but no, not in swimming. Her ability blow things up was useless in these foreign waters. She was safe as she could be, and so was anyone else, at least for that certain matter.
She marched on down to the pool, making sure not to forget her key, which she attached to a string and tied around her wrist, so she wouldn't drop it or lose it anywhere in between point A and point B. Finally reaching the thick metal and glass door to the pool, she pulled it open and breathed in the chlorinated humid air, which brought a smile to her face. Other than beating a rather large ball with a stick and running to corners of a diamond field, swimming was the next best thing. She loved fishies, and it was like she was able to be with them, like a mermaid, here in the water.
For the time being, though, she'd be swimming solo. Warming up, she swam a few laps back and forth, first the front stroke, then the back, and then she'd head for the butterfly. It wasn't her best, but that's what the time was now for. Plus no one would see her bobbing back and forth like an injured animal in the water, so all would be just fine. Unless..
Just as long as she practiced like this everyday, that was. She couldn't let anyone else win. Case and point, Zoe was very, very competitive with others, especially trying to outdo people older than her to show them just how great she could be. They usually shrugged her off as that exuberant fifteen year old girl who blows things up, but no, not in swimming. Her ability blow things up was useless in these foreign waters. She was safe as she could be, and so was anyone else, at least for that certain matter.
She marched on down to the pool, making sure not to forget her key, which she attached to a string and tied around her wrist, so she wouldn't drop it or lose it anywhere in between point A and point B. Finally reaching the thick metal and glass door to the pool, she pulled it open and breathed in the chlorinated humid air, which brought a smile to her face. Other than beating a rather large ball with a stick and running to corners of a diamond field, swimming was the next best thing. She loved fishies, and it was like she was able to be with them, like a mermaid, here in the water.
For the time being, though, she'd be swimming solo. Warming up, she swam a few laps back and forth, first the front stroke, then the back, and then she'd head for the butterfly. It wasn't her best, but that's what the time was now for. Plus no one would see her bobbing back and forth like an injured animal in the water, so all would be just fine. Unless..
