Creative writing about a swim meet(dialogues)
As I sit at the edge of my seat, goggles in hand, I nervously wait my turn. "100 m swimmers, you're up next," calls the lady with the scripts. The horn sounds loudly to signal the start of the race before me. The water is splashing, crowd cheering, sun shining, and then there was me. I was so nervous I could have melted waiting in that plastic chair because of the heat beating down on me. I wanted that blue ribbon so bad I would have inhaled water to get it.
"Good job!" shouted the timekeepers as the checked the times.
"You're up. Swimmers take your…
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