SWIMMING By Shantelle

The clappers went and I swooped in I raced down  encouraging and shrieks ran down the lines. Growing angrily, we zoom down our hearts strike as we touch the end on the lane. Carefully , one by one jump out and start to drip and drop. We get pats on our backs. Thinking smartly, we watch the kids swim  rapidly.cracking cheering as I touch the ruf end until I find myself coming 4th. Slowly I make my way down to the end of the lane and stop and I sit down now I know what it feels like.