i woke up at 9 20.. and i went swimming with my mum. i had just gotten into the pool.. the water was icy to the touch. there was a boy..around my age. he was slightly retarded.. he pulled on his instructor's hand and asked her: who is she?new student? then he turned around and pointed at me. it didn't bother me much. i just pretended not to notice him. he started to swim towards me. i was kind of scared but i just ignored him.. he stood near me and smiled goofily. then he said: Heh.heh.heh.heh.heh. a series of weird laughter. i was freaked out. then all of a sudden he grabbed his float (he can't swim) and started kicking really hard towards me. my heart skipped a beat and i....fled. heh. i freestyled across half the olympic pool. he clearly hadn't given up. i could hear thrashing behind me.. finally after a whole lap he gave up. and went to irritate other people. maaannnn....................... i went to the jacuzzi until he left.. Thank God i can swim!!!!! yupp.. then i worked on my tan for 1/2 hr in the scorching sun. the deckchair was super duper hot.
i am never ever gonna swim on saturday mornings anymore. end of story. (ps:don't get me wrong.. i have absolutely nothing against retarded people.... but if they try to be funny i'll show my ugly side.)
