THE TRYOUT by Sharanya T.

My knees shook as I changed into my colorful swimsuit. My stomach was doing flips and my palms were sweaty. I tried to reassure myself as I pulled on my swimming cap. I looked at Maddy who was also trembling. She gave me a tight squeeze. I slowly walked out of the change-room into the swimming pool deck. I sat down on the benches and blindly stared as Mr. Lawson explained what the tryouts were going to be like. Okay, so you’ve probably guessed by now. I was going to tryout for the Middle School Competitive Swimming Team. I was 99% sure I wouldn’t get in. My friends, who were trying out with me, were equally sure they wouldn’t get in. Anyway. I walked from the bench to the pool, and slid myself in. It was freezing. Ignoring the pain, I started to swim. By the end of the warmup, I was already tired. My friends were also panting. If this was the warmup, how on earth was I going to survive the time trials? We all listened as the coach called out the heats. Great. I was in the first one. My friends all said good luck as I made my way to the blocks. The first event was 50 free. I begged my goggles not to fail me. “BEEP!” I was off. I swam as fast as I possibly could. I kept on swimming when my muscles felt like they were on fire and I was gasping for air. I kept on swimming until my hand slammed against the wall. I looked up on the board and saw my time. 2 seconds faster than ever before! I was so happy. I wasn’t first, but I wasn’t last either. Not bad! I told myself as I climbed out of the pool.

When they called out the final team members, my name wasn’t on the list. Maybe next time, I said as I changed back.

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