Gemotions

Sarah took a deep breath, the scent of chlorine filling her lungs. The rhythmic splash of the water was a constant background to her life. She was a butterfly specialist, enjoying the burn in her shoulders, the way she could slice through the water. Coach Thompson signaled her, a serious expression on her face. "Sarah, you're swimming backstroke in the medley relay." A wave of pure joy washed over her. She saw this as a chance, a test of all her skills. The newness of it all, the challenge, the idea of adapting - made her grin.