Arms up, grip toes, lean over, bend knees taking a big breath. Ready, steady go!
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breath.
I think again.
I think stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breath again. I keep repeating until I get to the end of the pool. I look to my sides, know one’s there. I think to myself, don't look back, that will make me come last. I get to the end I get up in the water. I look to my left then to my right, I notice everyone was already there. I get out of the pool and I can feel my tears slowly sliding down my cheek.
By Sophie D
Wow sophie, your small moment is amazing. You have such great decribing words and vocab in your story. I love how you have all you feelings in your story. Well done soph!!! :)
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Thanks Soph
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I like the repetition of 'stroke' and that you picked a sad moment the reader could identify with. Mel Eade
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