"Great work today ladies, see you all bright and early tomorrow for a route and 500s!" Said Coach Pinto after we finished our 300 cool down.

I headed to the locker room with my giant speedo bag in hand.

"Well I guess that wasn't that hard." I said once Sophie and I reached our usual spot on the benches.

"Are you kidding me Lucia! I almost died on that last 400 set! How do you swim through those sets with such ease?"

"That's the great thing about being a distance swimmer!" I said with a laugh.

I finish changing and head outside to wait by Sophie's car.

"You know you could drive yourself once in a while." She said once she finally made her way outside.

"No, I really couldn't." I said in response.

"And why is that?" She said while she started up her light blue convertible.

"It might be that fact that I'm only 14 and it's kind of illegal, or maybe it's just cause I'm lazy"

"My money is on the second one." She said with a laugh. "I️ still don't really believe that your only 14. Nobody should be able to swim like that at 14 years old"

She's right, it confuses me too. I have been swimming since before I could walk. Okay maybe a little later on but it seemed like forever ago. I started training for distance races at 6 years old. When I was 10 I was already swimming at the top level of my town's swim team with people twice my age.

Sophie pulled up to my bright green and white house and I got out taking notice of my best friend Max's car in the driveway. It's normal for him to be at my house, but he knew that I was at swim. I walked into the house and was almost knocked down by my two little animals I call brothers.

I let out a loud yelp before falling helplessly to the ground.

"Sissie!" The both said in unison
"Will you play with us?" My five year old brother Benny pleaded.

"She'll play with you later, let the poor girl eat!" Max said coming up behind them.

I had to do a double take when I looked at him. He had an ice pack on his left eye which I could tell was black, his lip was twice the size it should be, and his right arm was in a makeshift sling. It was normal for Max to get into fights, but he was never the one coming home hurt.

"What happened?" I said my voice sounding more concerned then it should have been.

"That..." he said with a slight smirk on his face "is a story for later, come eat."