25 meeter fly

“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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