Swimming

Arnold saw swimming was on the activity board and squirmed. He hadn’t brought a swimsuit. The only swimwear he had was when he was a little boy. It was a tiny speedo. So he didn’t bother to bring it. He knocked on the door of the gym teacher’s door. “Coach Monica?” Arnold said as he opened the door.

A somewhat older lady looked up at him. She had been a gym teacher for 10 years at this school and was known for being a bit strict but people loved her especially the cheerleaders. “What is it? Why aren’t you changing out for gym?” Coach Monica asked.

“I… I don’t have a swim kit,” Arnold said.

Coach Monica narrowed her eyes. “It was on the supply list. Why didn’t you bring one?”

“I…I don’t have a swimsuit at home,” Arnold said hoping Coach Monica couldn’t tell he was lying.

“Well… you need to participate today. Lack of participation will reflect on your grade. And no participation will give you a zero for the day,” Coach Monica said.

“Please is there something I can do? I…”

Coach Monica smiled and said. “Well there’s one thing you can do.”