My Friend

Well you see here’s the thing… I have this really great friend, I won’t say her name, but she is truly one of a kind. Even though she is not my bestest friend, she is definitely one of my best friends. I love her because she is understanding, patient, and supportive. She speaks her mind, even if she knows it might hurt me. She would rather have me know the truth than be deceived and hurt even more by the lie. I haven’t known her for too long, but for some reason I know she is the kind of person that won’t leave my life very soon. We didn’t exactly start off as such great friends; I had been spending a lot of time with the guy she liked and soon enough started liking him too. She, of course was not too happy about this, but she finally stopped liking him and she came to talk to me. She was honest and straight forward. She explained everything to me and I realized what a great person she is. It still took us a while to really become better friends, but once we started to get to know each other better, it went pretty fast. She has helped me with lots of my issues, which I have a lot of. And I have tried as much as possible to repay her by helping her with her issues. Thanks for being such a great friend. I love you.

Swimmer

Let me begin by saying, I am a swimmer. I do many other sports, but my best sport is swimming. Yeah sure… you mays say it’s boring, and I totally agree, but I swim anyways. It’s unexplainable; I like to swim, but not all the time. I know, you are probably thinking, what in the world is she saying? But as I said, it’s unexplainable. I swim because it keeps me fit and I am told I’m good at it. The thrill of a competition is the best part of it. As my turn approaches I sit on the bench waiting for the people to tell me where to go, feelings of nervousness pass through me. I hear my name and make my way to the block I have been assigned. I place the goggles over my eyes and look at my finishing point, the wall on the other side, while waiting for the ref. to blow the whistle, signaling to get on the block. I take a deep breath and get onto the block looking into the water, adrenaline begins to rush in and I block out all the sounds of cheering and chatting. I hear the ref. give the signal and I’m off. Adrenaline pumps through my veins and all I can think of is getting to the other side. All I can see is the bottom of the pool and I kick so hard I don’t feel my legs. I reach the wall and immediately turn to look at my time. Out of breath, I get out of the pool, but the adrenaline is still there and I’m anxious. Finally my adrenaline settles and I am back to sitting and waiting for my next race.