Chapter 10: Nate

As I've depicted. It would be a piece of cake to get on the Effney High swim team.

The moment I entered Mr. Brimworth's office, the swim team coach. He recognized me, and I was asked to be a part of his team without having to ask.

He is on cloud nine to have me; any school would.

"My sole desire to be a part of your team is to receive a scholarship." Soberly, I say.

"And you will receive that scholarship in full if you bring me home that trophy this year," Brimworth says wildly, with a pounce behind his desk.

It's hard to control his excitement; gaining the one he's confident in will take his team to victory.

Brimworth scurries from his desk to stand at my side. One of his hands touched my right shoulder while bursting with joy, telling me how glad he was that I was part of his team.

I wasn't.

I'm oblivious to whatever else he's saying, lost in my thoughts. I was only there to secure a college scholarship.

"Your former team is coming in second place this year." No longer absent-minded