No Suit

Kayla began her day like any other. She put on a pair of socks, and a new shirt before heading down for breakfast. After making herself breakfast, she spent a few hours working on homework from the kitchen table, while nursing the waffles she had made for breakfast. After some vigorous work, Kayla would make herself a small sandwich for lunch, and then head outside to get a swim in. All seemed right at the moment to Kayla, as she headed up the stairs with haste to grab a swimsuit.

Unfortunately, Kayla instead stumbled upon her mom in her room. She had a wretched face as she plopped a garment into the basket at her feet.

“When’s the last time you washed your suit? It seemed filthy! Like there might be mold on it, or something.” Kayla’s mom questioned, as she began to walk away. It quickly occurred to Kayla that the garment her mom had thrown in the basket was the swimsuit she had left hanging on a hook, the only swimsuit she owned. Kayla quickly turned on a heel, and scrambled after her mom.

“Wait! I was just about to go swimming! Can you wait? I’ll wash it right after!” Kayla begged. Her mom refused to budge an inch, and continued off to go downstairs. “Not when I caught smell of it just from passing your room. You can go ONE day without swimming in the pool.”

As she watched her mom go downstairs, Kayla resigned to defeat. Without her suit, there wouldn’t be a way for her to swim. “Unless...” Kayla thought to herself, a sly grin arising.