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Next Life

Beverly 2

I dive in, getting a weird feeling like something wrong has happened but I have no idea what. We do a few warm up laps before our drills. When in the water, I leave all my cares outside, there's no room for them in here. In here there's strokes, turns and speed, which I lack. I wish I could say I'm one of the team's fastest swimmers, but it's the opposite. I've come close to quitting but my dad thinks I can get a scholarship if I try harder. Honestly, I don't want to.

I have my sights set on art college, but sadly I'm not great at that either. I believe that's why I'm taking this course. If I can't be an artist, why not teach it, like Professor Hartwell.

"Your turn, Young! Let me see you push through those turns! Let's go!"

I nod and adjust my goggles before swimming down my lane. On the verge of turning I see a flash image of the sky and my skin feels like it's burning, causing me to inhale water and search for oxygen in a panic. My splashing and dramatic breathing makes a scene I didn't intend.

"Young, take break and sit the next one out!" My coach yells across the pool.

The embarrassment doesn't faze me. I want to know what the hell just happened?!

I go to the coach and lie about being nauseated. She nods with one hand on her waist and the other on the whistle around her neck. She tells me she wants to see improvement before the meets in less than a month. I feel like a child that doesn't fail to disappoint a hopeful parent. I'm sure if she were any other coach I would've gotten kicked off the team.

On the drive home, I think about what a day it's been. I think about my Professor and his smile that I'm looking forward to on Friday. I'm thinking-

"Shit! I forgot to call my uncle. Mom's going to ask the second I walk in...guess a text will have to do, I'm in no mood to talk."

I play the part at home, delighted to have had such a good day and great practice. Once I've answered mom and dad's quiz on their points of interest, I retreat to my room. Locking the door, I kneel by my bed and search for papers I had forgotten were there.

I fan out a small stash of pamphlets on the floor, it appears they're all art colleges across North America. My hands pick out one on the East Coast. Bending back the page, I see Architecture is circled. Had I been considering this? I know I can brag about my excellent GPA in Math but my drawing skills are something horrid.



I set the alarm on my phone for 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. My hair is still wet from my shower but I'm climbing into bed no matter the wet spot that'll form on my pillow. Lights out. Brain off. Sleep come quickly.

What if . . . nah!

Notes

Comments

Still remains on my list of top 5 stories in the fanfiction universe....

@everlasting_green
Thank you for your uplifting words, just the right dose of encouragement I needed. I'll be updating this week. ;)

Ciao Niccie Ciao Niccie
9/15/15

Literally just created an account on here to say how much I'm loving this story! You write in a way that is really easy to read (like it flows if you get what I mean) and the plot is so imaginative, all the different characters are amazing! I'm looking forward to the next update :)

Charlotte so far has been my favorite female; not sure about favorite Harry character yet.

@CiaoNiccie
You are so welcome! I'm sorry it took so long for me to comment in the first place. I've been a bit shy around here. I'm glad the thought process is back for you - I can't wait to see what you create from here on in.