Jaila

Okay. Hot is so not cool. I guess it is to be expected, since it is the middle of summer. All the teenagers in the neighborhood converged on the pool. It is cold and refreshing. I am just noticeing that there are a lot of kids hanging out.

I guess being a teen is cool. If we don't want you in the pool, you are not there. All the midget little kids look up to us. I, for one, try not to take advantage of it. Some of the boys are kind of power crazy. I am an only child, and I am glad. I look after some of the younger kids when their parents are out of town.

"Chill out, Jaila."

It is my friend Kaylie. She can always tell when I am starting to stress myself out.

"I know. Do you want to race? Five laps, butterfly?" I ask hopefully.

"I can't. I wish I could, but I have to go to work." She paddles to the stairs and climbs out. Her pink one-piece is dripping as she wraps her High School Musical towel around her.

"Bye, then. See you tomorrow."

She opens the gate, And runs down the street, headed to her house.

After she leaves, I decide to race myself. I get up to three laps when I black out.

The End

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