Only at Swim Practice

Welcome to my story about fun at swim practice. Thank you for choosing to read it.

It was a bright sunny morning in the middle of the summer at about 9 o'clock when I pulled into the gravel parking lot that connected to the pool. While the pool wasn't officially open yet, there were a few vehicles in the parking lot with me. These belonged to my fellow swim team members. This early in the morning, it was all of the older swimmers so all of us could drive. Hence the early practice. At least, that was our coaches excuse. We all knew that she did it as extra training strategy crap but ooh well. She refused to move it so oh well. Getting out of my truck and closing the door, I walked over to the entrance gate and waited for my small band of weary swimmers to catch up.

First to reach me was my younger sister which should be obvious because she had been in the car with me. She was only younger by a year so she managed to sneak into the older kid group. Besides, she was mature and very skilled for her age so nobody really complained. Next to show up at the gate was my best friend Isabella. No, we were just friends but we had grown up together so we felt basically like siblings. "Morning Isabella."

"Uh." she groaned at my false sense of cheer. "Shut up." she continued with a small smile she tried to hide. I always was good at making her smile.

"Someone sent in the troll instead of my best friend this morning." I laughed as I danced away from the slap she tried to send my way even with the smile on her face. Next came my sister's group of friends who much like her, were very talented in the pool and so got to train with our age group. "Morning girls." I said to them as they joined the group of us loitering around the entrance gate.

"Morning Johnny." they both responded to me. That was when I turned towards the driveway that leads into the parking lot to see a jeep kicking up dust.

Looking at the group, I sighed and muttered, "Look who is showing up late again. When aren't those two showing up late?" Bringing their jeep to a screeching halt into driveway with a spray of rocks in all directions.

Jumping out of the jeep, the twins who were driving it came sprinting over and the boy half of the twins asked breathlessly, "Did the coach get here yet? Oh god I hope we beat her here this time."

"You're good Hunter." I said with a sigh.

"Oh thank god." They both sighed in relief.