It was cold when Sally woke up, cold in the car and now freezing by the poolside. She had wanted to be in this team, begged for it even, but now she just wanted to be in bed. With only a slight hesitation she dived in right behind the swimmer in front and let her limbs do the thinking for her. She was so good now that she cruised along the lanes for two hours with barely a reduction in speed even at the end. Competition medals cluttered her bedroom and her parents boasted in their subtle way at every and any opportunity. They were proud, that was nice. But how to tell them she was bored of it? That she wanted her weekends for hanging out with friends? She could hear that conversation already - "Sacrifice, blah, blah. Great, blah, blah. Scholarship, blah, blah."

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 13, 2014.