Out Of My Depth

I was woken by the intensity of the morning sunrays beaming through the window. The date was December 1st, and the beginning of what was promising to be a deliciously hot, dry summer. I yawned deeply and savoured the last few precious minutes in bed. Something started gnawing at the back of my brain, something that was making me uneasy and threatening to spoil my feeling of well-being. Then with a growing feeling of dread, I remembered… today it was Tuesday.

I groaned, suddenly feeling very ill. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt hot and cold all at the same time. Slowly, very slowly, I forced myself to move and start my normal school day routine. I dragged myself out of my warm, safe bed and started to dress. My clothes were laid neatly on the end of my bed and the sight of my bathers forced me to acknowledge what I was trying so hard to avoid… Tuesday was swimming day.

Recess passed, as did the next two hours with what seemed like lightning speed...