Swimming Sports
Screams echo around, momentarily deafening me, as the whole of Hillary jumps into the clear, cold water. I hear loud yells of encouragement. Splashes lift into the air in a cloud of wet droplets. Arms and legs flail around as everyone rushes to get to the other side. I feel water rush over my head. Hands grip mine, hauling me out of the cold water and into the baking sun. I wonder why we didn’t find out who won.