25 meeter fly
“Jeremy, hurry or else we’ll be late!” I was running to the car with my jammer on and my pants in my hand. On the way to the car I grabbed my brand new Etnies, then I jumped into the van. “What stroke am I swimming?” I asked. “You are swimming… 25 meter butterfly,” answered my mom. My heart stopped. Today was the worst day for the hardest stroke in the universe. Plus, I was only seven. I couldn’t even do three quarters of a lap doing butterfly. Finally I thought of an idea, I could say I was sick. It didn’t work. I had to deal with the fact I was going to die a horrible death.
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Approximate Word count = 450
Approximate Pages = 2 (250 words per page double spaced)
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