I was at the swimming pool, and I was not having a good time. Now, usually, that would be a contradiction in terms, let me tell you. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved to swim. You could ask any of my friends and they’d tell you. Amanda loves to swim, it’s just part of who she is. I especially like it when it’s early in the morning, or late at night, so you have most of the pool to yourself, and you can lap back and forth like a lazy fish, and just enjoy the feeling of your body moving through the water. It’s times like that which make life worth living, or at least, which make it more enjoyable. ]
But that day, I wasn’t enjoying it too much. Oh, the day had started well enough. I’d gotten together with my best friend Zoe, and the two of us had hit the town like a hammer. College was out that day, and Zoe had turned eighteen only a few days ago, so we were both still in the celebration stage of things. She’d always been a younger sister to me, though not literally, I should probably add. We’d grown up in the same street, and gone to the same schools. Met the same people, and taken the same classes. As far as the world was concerned, we were sisters, even if we didn’t share any blood.