Swimming Meme Novels & Stories

Vera's POV Mr. Blacksmith, our coach blows the whistle and all five of us swimmers adjust our goggles and quickly make a dive into the water. “Woo-hoo!” All the Dame high school students in the stadium shout praises at us and clap. “Go girl!! Yeah kill it, Vee!!” I hear Sage shout my name amongst the audience and I increase my swimming pace. My hands shove in and out of the blue waters of the pool. I wade carefully enough not to swim over to the hurdle.

I’d retyped that message earlier this morning with a slightly shaking thumb, sending it after deleting and rewriting it three times. I didn’t even have the right words yet. To explain the guilt, the anger, or the heavy mix of feelings clumping like wet sand in my chest. Next to Max, Mischa sat with her elbows on the table, wearing a shark t-shirt and blue shorts, staring blankly out the big window that looked out over the beach. “I want to go swimming,” Max pointed Megatron right at her face. “Look first! His eyes light up!” “Swimming’s more important,” Mischa said flatly. “Megatron can’t dive.”

If I told her I wished it was me instead of Lisa being whipped, I'm sure she would be screaming in panic. We finished up the yoga and started swimming laps. Reneé was the worst swimmer of the three of us, but Lisa and I had been swimming for exercise for years and I had a pool to swim in. Janet had swum in high school, though not much lately, but the concept of swimming wasn't foreign to her. I think the other thing Reneé had against her is she didn't carry a lot of fat, so she didn't float well. It was swim or sink, so she needed to remain moving, but she was game.

That gives me a little thrill and I find that I like it a lot, very much. “Do you like swimming?” I chuckle, thinking he is kidding but he looks quite serious. “Swimming?” he nods. “Yes, swimming. You know that thing people do in water where they pretend to be a fish for a second.” He teases and this time, I’m the one that rolls my eyes.

Ethan just dived in the pool so that they wouldn't notice his redness. They swam in the pool, and they were having fun. They are racing to whoever reaches the end part of the pool first. Chad and Yohan won, and they both did a fist bump. Chelsea was next, and Ethan was the last person to reach the end. "You are such a slow swimmer," Yohan said. "If there's a shark, you would be eaten first," Chelsea added as she floated away. Chad grinned. "I'm the shark, and I'm going to eat you."

he added. "Swimming?" I echoed, the thought catching me by surprise. "Can we?" His laughter was light and filled with effortless joy. "The pool is heated, come on." The idea of a morning swim, a seamless blend of relaxation and invigoration, seemed suddenly perfect. Gliding through the warm waters, with the cool morning air brushing our skin, promised a refreshing start to our day. It was a simple plan, yet it encapsulated the spontaneity and small joys we often found ourselves weaving into the fabric of our daily lives.

he said. "Why?" I asked. "Because, you need an activity that could get you in control of your body physically, cheerleading, you can't be in control because there are leaders and which you are not so you are been controlled. Swimming, moving your hands in the water how you want it, no one can tell you how to" he explained. I smiled weakly at him, he really is a father who cares. "What about mentally?" I asked.

:/ Olivia: Can we go back to the pee subject? Ash: No, shut up Olivia: It's really okay to be into water sport Olivia: Was that the word? that's such a weird name, by the way Olivia: You'd think it's about playing games in a pool and not about someone pissing on you Olivia: It's kinda misleading, actually, now that I think about it, like imagine you're looking for athletic games to play at the beach, so you type 'watersports,' and you end up watching someone pee on a jellyfish sting on someone's leg except there's no jellyfish

He was swimming for something real now. That was the difference. Nova was swimming to win, but Samuel was swimming for the life that had been taken from him, for the seven years of silence, for the community pool where he had screamed underwater and watched his bubbles rise like proof of existence. He was swimming for Fatima in the stands and Dalton on the pool deck and Isis behind the press barrier with her camera raised. He was swimming for every morning he had woken up and chosen not to quit, for every night he had stood at the edge of the water and thought you failed, you failed, you failed before diving in anyway. Every stroke landed differently when you had something to swim for.

, he yelled, before we used our joint forces to catapult me out of the water and into a backflip before I splashed back down into the deeper side of the pool. “Me next”, screams Meme as she jumps right into the water. After Meme is launched off by Gabe, they think it’ll be a good idea to do one of our old cheer stands. So I shed out of Spin’s tee to just my bra and panties before climbing up onto the lopsided pyramid Gabe and Meme make. Jonny’s shocked face doesn’t go unnoticed as he clings onto Stephany while I triple flip off of them back into the water. This is so much fun. Why didn’t I learn how to swim sooner?! Spin has his body almost completely under the water, so I swim up behind him